A lunatics Thoughts

long for the night
the thoughts
only get worse by the night.
night is the peak when our minds reach total isolation
when the most bizarre and horrific things seem to be the ones that only make sense
when thoughts become actions
with out a second thought
witout remorse or regret.
left with only frustration
in the early mornings
trying to understand why.
you look with such pathetic eyes
shooting questions without a break for breath
your looking for an apology
that you will never get.
I would ask you to stop trying
but I know it kills you inside
and its too fun to watch.
I am the monster who wants to see you die from a distance
yet i want your life in my hands

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poem by Andrea Bencardino
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