Psychopath

From the darkest parts of the mind
Come the inner workings of the soul
And it’s in the most evil of souls that the darkness is tangible
The darkness is felt beyond the fingertips
And the owner believes their intentions are unknown
But what if we were to know the cruelty they are capable of?
What if we were to know how dark their soul truly is?
Yet in every dark soul is a light just the size of a pinprick
No more, no less
Hello light, I’ll call you a conscience
The conscience eats its way to the heart and makes a home of misery and apathy
Killing off all there is called good
This is the inner working of a psychopath
Hello, you can call me a psychopath
A heart as dead and fetid as a corpse in the ground
What if you could help these poor wretched souls?
A little kindness goes a long way
Reminding someone of the brighter side of life could be a waste of time though
Are you willing to, possibly, waste your breath?
Is your heart big enough to help someone who believes they are not in need of intervention?
Not everyone likes living within the darkness
Some want an intervention yet have no idea as to how to ask for help
Then there are the true demons
People who never listen to their conscience for any reason
People who love the intensity of their own darkness
People who don’t care whether anyone knows about their cruelty
Envision something for me if you will
A world made solely of darkness and chaos
Screaming, crying, begging, all around you
Severed heads on pikes and crucifixions abundant
Blood splattered everywhere, flowing, seeping into the ground
Pleading eyes and faces in masks of horror and despair
Wait, don’t cringe
I know you’ve imagined hurting someone in your own mind
Sometime or another your cruelty has made an appearance
What did you do?
Did you run and hide in your own mind?
Did you go to your proverbial “happy place”?
Happiness is just an absence of a truer reality
Happiness is really just a coping mechanism for those too blind to see what the world truly has to offer.
Hide behind happiness and you hide behind a mask of naivety
Is that what you truly want?
Just a mask, not a cure?
Tell me now and tell the truth
Would you rather be free, or condemned to be named a fool for hiding behind your “happiness”?