Divination And Violation

Sociopath, compulsive liar, delusionist

Certified schizophrenic, abused and plasmatic, since conception is what the doctors report revealed about Mort

He manipulated them with lies

Now he's free, back in society

Cured with pills and psychotherapy

But the scars of mother's words remain

Victim of life at a futile age

As he drives down the street

He can see the ghosts here to remind him

And their faces in the trees

He can hear them call his name in the windy breeze

The souls that were taken away

Thinking his medication is not working

He can see the walking dead

Smelling their scent, viewing their gutless cavities

Strangulation marks around their neck

They speak to him and retreat

Lust of their memories, as they perished

Fills his deceitful mind, the urge for new fantasies

He can't contain, although he tries

Everyday the ghosts return

And ask why you did this to me

I'll never know you, I'll haunt you till I die

You took us from our loved ones

You violated my eternal shell

Mutilated forever, I will haunt you

Mort replies. Mother created this

Blame it all on her, I have been immortalized

My illness has given the power of divination

I saved you from your own hell

My volition to kill has perverse me

I loved you all, even though you did not know me, but now you are here

And I remember the look

In your eyes as you died

My volition fur lust

Shall never set me free

Until I die, you are a prisoner to me

In the next dimension I will be king

Through my divination and volition

I will succeed