“Psycho Game” – Poetry 

PSYCHO GAME
Poetry excerpt from Demonic Lulladies.

© Sitarra” LullaDIEs “Sefton


Are you here for me to entertain?
With these ideas that I contain?
Filled with gore and blood stains?
Let’s take a break from the mundane,

And play a little Psycho Game.

We’ll make it simple; Truth or Dare.
I swear your secrets I won’t share,
And, I promise to play this game fair,
It was you who said you didn’t care.

Alright, I’ll start, and I pick truth.
What was a job I had in my youth?
I use to work in a fireworks booth.
My boss though, he was a douch.

He was a pastor, led a church,
A voice inside told me he must be purged,
Then one night, I had a strong urge,
And to the ground the booth loudly burned.

See how fun and simple that was?
Why do you look so nervous?
You pick dare, but just because,
You think it’s more mischievous.

Alright fine, take this gun,
Don’t get scared, you’ll see. It’s fun.
Don’t think too much on what’s to come.
You’ll thank me when it’s said and done.

Now hold the barrel’s end against your hand,
Don’t think too much, that was the plan.
Trust me now, I’m your friend.
It’s not loaded, I’m confident.

Pull the trigger, face your fears.
Then a BANG! we loudly hear.
I laugh and laugh at my clever dare.
But you just scream because you’re scared.

Shut the fuck up! What did you expect?
To play with a Psycho and not be next!
You shot yourself, Cause and Effect.
You can live without a hand, I’ve checked.

No, no. Sit down! We’re not done yet!
I pick dare, my little Psycho pet.
Shoot myself? Is that a threat?
Give me the gun, I’ve no regrets.

Click click. Empty, safe, and non fatal.
God, you’re all so predictable!
I’m Homicidal, not suicidal,
The difference between is vital.

A fully loaded gun I wouldn’t hand you,
Killing me isn’t on tonight’s menu.
I’m crazy not stupid, thank you.
Now, shall we continue?

You pick truth, just as I planned.
Would you kill a kitten to keep your other hand?
You shake your head as your eyes expand.
What’s wrong? Did I offend?

I’ll pick truth, I’m sure your curious.
When did I become so delirious?
Oh, stupid victim. Isn’t it obvious?
Can you really be so oblivious?

I was born this way, THIS is me.
There’s a little voice that keeps me company.
He feeds me ideas, sometimes with tea,
Now, he laughs at you hysterically.

But enough about him, this is about you,
About the YOU, you failed to value.
You thought you were psychotic too,
And now you have a choice to chose.

You pick truth, I saw it coming.
My hate for you is almost numbing.
I’m bored with you, I’m done talking,
Time to be a victim, then be nothing.

Just another corpse, made pretty by me.
You all deserve death to some degree.
I entertained you, but you fail to entertain me,
If you can’t think like a Psycho, you’ll only bleed.

I ask if you’ll pick dare again.
You say yes, that right; pretend.
Insanity became the newest trend,
Claiming we’re all crazy to some extent.

But real Psychos exist, we’re not a myth,
No matter how hard society tries to dismiss,
So be careful of what you wish,
Enjoy your sanity, enjoy your bliss.

For in your act you just might find,
The real Evil living beside mankind.
We’ll be your friend, understanding and kind.
Till we gain control of your thoughts and mind.

Until it’s time for you to die.
Don’t pretend, we see through the lies,
Pretending to be crazy is how you apply,
To be a victim, and hear my deadly lullaby.

Just like tonight, just like right now,
A bullet in the chamber, a bang, and a pow.
You slump over, and your head bows.
Blood pools around but I had to mop anyhow.

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