PHILOSOPHY OF MADNESS
- Dark Poets Club

- Sep 1
- 1 min read
By Alexandru Gabriel Piron

I'm dying to ask you:
If you were the one in my head,
Would you have coped with the evil echoes?
Would you have become their corypheus in the end?
I can't wait to admit it to you:
I find a sick pleasure
Inside my abject mind..
I like violence,
I have never known anything more familiar.
The desire to break objects and
Disfigure disgusting faces,
Faces defined by inelegance and arrogance.
People like you certainly wouldn't understand,
What it's like to fall for sadistic madness
While the rest want to chase you away
At the first sporadic reactions,
Because the ordinary man is afraid of
The bold crazy one.
They feel deranged by people like me,
.."The infamous personality"..
The one who turns chaos into something great.
Do you think you know what insane really looks like?
Have you, the ordinary man, ever felt
The mania for causing absolute pain.
And send others into the arms of death?
Has this ever crossed your mind?
Of course not..
The control of life is a job for the wolf
You're just part of the herd,
The art of crime is for the wicked.
Society can call me:
Antisocial, psychopath, delusional,
Strange i'm for sure..
Regardless, i can't be more toxic than it.
At least i'm real, I'm not bluffing.
If i say i'm going to cut you off
Have belief in my words.
Anyway, Why so serious?
Come on, come closer silly sheep!
I will carve with my knife
A wide and pretty smile on your face
For you to look forever happy,
You defenseless beautiful piece of life.



