My Kind of Madness
by Nomar Knight
It's not the bodies piling up
Broken souls stolen before time
It's not weapons sold to kids
The killing to solve problems
It's not that I want to listen
To a mother's wailing
It's not the fame I build
On massive amounts of corpses
It's not terrorism for an ideal
Or voices in my head
It's the racing of my heart
Just before I send another fool
Watching idiocy cross with ideology
Power breeds addiction
Explosive fire marks my signature
Screams increase my strength
Having the world at my mercy
Is my kind of madness
©2015 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills poetic presentation.
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