Squalid Thoughts

My mind is deranged at its culmination
 Like an unhinged master of a sick art
 Salvation is sought through retribution
 Pumping vigorously in my heart
 Thoughts of murder
 Repugnance
 Stink and every other putrid thing
 Squalid thoughts, the art of horrific depiction
 Squalid thoughts, the art of brutality
 A damned mind with the appropriate tools
 No need for quills to transcribe my brain
 As the sharpened edge of a scalpel
 Would be enough to perform the insane
 Squalid thoughts, the art of the horrific depiction
 Squalid thoughts, the art of obscenity
 Envision etching the cornea of my victim
 With blood as my ink
 To recount my thoughts
 To recount my squalid thoughts
 Redeem my old self by all that is inhumane
 Through the art of horrific depiction
 Through the art of brutality
 Through the art of obscenity
 These squalid thoughts
 Infect my mind