The Worst Kind of Death

It's getting so lonely inside my head,
I'm isolated with my selfish thoughts.
I feel the ghosts of my past coming back,
But it's really my own mind that haunts me.

It's lonely when no one understands me,
But maybe that's the way that it should be.
If someone could hear my mind like I do,
I'd be locked up tight until eternity.

Thoughts of death rushing deep behind my eyes,
Thoughts of guns and knives and suicide.
I lust for something forbidden by nomality,
A passion satisfied only by blood.

I'll escape from this soon and be free,
My mind will be clean and my hands will too.
But for now a hundred eyes survey my life,
My every action is recorded and analyzed.

The convict stares through the bars that hold him,
He has eighty years to serve for murder.
One trigger happy moment has cost him his life,
Has earned for him a lifetime of hate.

The cameras in his cell dissect his mind,
Opening it up like a can of worms.
Psychiatrists ponder this one mans madness,
While insanity is free to roam the world.

The knife was sharp and killed her instantly,
Her body was cold before they reached the scene.
The family crys tears that torment our hearts,
While the man behind it all is behind bars.

Jealousy overcame common sense that night,
His biting comments slashed worse than the blade.
In a moment of rage two lives were lost,
The eyes of justice have sworn that he'll pay.