Cognitive

If you want to pick my mind You're better with a blade It's disturbing And always in the shade Grab a book of matches Douse in gasoline My imagination Is harsh and obscene Too many try End up in a grave In hell they fry Beaten by my slave The empty spaces Are filled with my loss Distorted faces Melting on a cross Cherished blasphemies Religion is absurd Numerous anatomies Demon voices heard Anger and madness Dwell with the hate Draining sadness In everything I create Traditional Non-biblical Unintentional Dysfunctional