Last Thoughts of a Mad Man

The answer comes in many ways, he pondered to the sky,
But which way is the one for you? he heard the voices sigh.
And first, would it not be a buzz to see the children die?
The one's who made your life a hell, the ones who made you cry.
They blank you when you try to talk, they kick you when you're down,
They turn their backs and walk away, they do not see your frown.
But even if they saw you sad, d'you think they'd give a piss?
They'd never shed a tear for you, they'd never greatly miss
Your gleaming personality, and all that you could be
They'd laugh and cheer, but never cry; your only friend is me.
I am the one that you can trust, I am your only hope
I'll give you all the help you need, I'll help your mind to cope.
It isn't fair, it isn't right, he answered back the voice.
But even if I wasn't mad, I'd never have a choice.
I cannot stop the way I feel, it takes me over good.
But do they know not what they do, just as it's said they should?

You know that saying's just a lie, you know it isn't true,
So why pretend so to your heart, as if they didn't do
All those painful things to you, say all those wicked names?
You know they meant to hurt you bad, to ban you from their games.
I know that what you say is true, but do I have the brain
To get revenge, the sweetest dish? They say that I'm insane.
I've not the creativity, to think of such a plot,
That said, it needs insanity, the one thing I have got.
Don't worry 'bout the details, child: I'm all you'll ever need.
I'll think of all the painful acts, of all the painful deeds.
Just listen to the words I say, and it'll be just fine.
I'll think of all the things we'll need, and when it comes the time
To kill the bitch and bastard kids, the ones you've grown to hate,
I'll hold your hand to give you strength, I'll tell you “you are great”.
Just leave the planning up to me, and we can be so good.
You know that what I say makes sense, and if I only could

Make them feel as bad as you, right just before they die,
You know I'd do so in a flash, you know that we can try...
So, make them suffer for their sin! and wipe their wicked grins
Right from their tortured faces, too: you're not the one who sins.
I'll do it, he replies the voice, but first I need some room.
No! do it now! it shouted back, you’ve got to do it soon!
Go, buy a gun! Go, buy a knife! Go buy a baseball bat,
Go, buy a fucking chainsaw, too. And when you’ve done all that,
Just wander by the college gates, go wander past your school,
And wait ‘til they’re inside the doors, wait just until it’s cool,
You’ll work out what to do from then; I think you’ll do just find.
Now, follow what I say to you; you know your soul is mine!

And with this piece the voice gives leave to silence, loud and clear.
The boy sits back; he can relax. He’s shaking from the fear.
He doesn’t want to harm his friends, but does he have a choice?
There’s nothing more persuasive than your older brother’s voice.