Mad men

I take a deep breath

 

and surpress that I am indeed Death

 

grotesque metaphors makes dusk till' dawn bleak and sleepless

 

cause I bear the indiscreet crest of the seedless

 

nobody need this, but I gotta speak for the weakest

 

an adamant sacrament,

 

for an aberrant flagellant

 

killing the coporate adjutant,

 

intentional, not an accident.

 

My mouth is a mallet and my mind is malicious

 

my reasons are valid, but my merits fictitious

 

rapid and sporadic, disturbingly ecstatic

 

these past flashes feels like bathing my brain in acid

 

I need a casket to inhabit, inside I panic

 

my outer self is placid, though my inner deep still is as avid

 

a certain malevolent, arrogant evil

 

dark and destructive, simply medieval

 

preys on the weakest, most feeble of people

 

a prequel to judgement by the lethal regal

 

a presence so fierce and sinisterly deceitful