PSYCHO

If I were a psychopath,

I wonder how I’d think.

What would drive my urges,

Push me to the brink?

What would be my motive,

How much would I obsess?

What would be my breaking point?

I can only guess.

Movie scenes play through my mind,

Sights of utter terror.

All is planned so perfectly,

Never room for error.

Could I really plot and plan,

Commit the perfect crime?

And could I get away with it

Each and every time?

What would be my weapon?

A knife or hands alone?

And would I feel pure pleasure

As I listen to them groan?

Sight of blood is not an issue,

My stomach is quite strong.

But would I feel a sense of guilt

For doing something wrong?

Could I live with what I’d done,

If I were to proceed?

Or would I simply carry on,

Commit another deed?

I have no clue how I would think,

Or even how I’d feel.

I guess the only way to know

Is to try it out for real.