The Mind of A Dark Artist by nousdementor, (7/365)

The simplest thing you always did,
was to declare me insane.
Calling me a sadist,
being aroused by pain.

you are  horrified by my literature,
seeing the morbidity in my eyes,
scared of my malicious insanity
as its falters your delusional minds.

Blasphemer you always shout,
humiliate me every time.
i am used to your empty insults,
wandering in the loneliness of my mind

"Am i that macabre?
that my words make you shiver?!
Don't you like to hear my lines
with your maggot ridden ear?"

I can imagine what you think.
I know your mind is filled with hate
But these are just lines of poetry,
not meant to obfuscate

Its just that, nothing ever satisfies me
may it be living or the dead
its just pure raw insanity, 
pouring out of my head

You just don't think i am Human.
maybe your guesses are right.
But tell me, just because i am mad
..that i feel no fright?

I made this gore my home,
as i date this carnival of horrors,
my mind has been shattered since birth
like some grotesque art of mirrors

So with a quill dipped in blood,
i stain the parchment making it gleam
echoing the words of a wise man
-what may see or seem 
is just a dream within a dream.

you may wonder and ponder,
what thoughts do i think ?
to make my work,
so dark , sick and morbid?

Oh its nothing

I just kill you all, one by one,
in most tragic ways,devised in my piece
Didn't you wish to know?
what happens in the mind of a Dark Artist.