psycho-path

a poem about a path

This road I walk is my psycho-path,
long list of names my aftermath.
I hear no voice inside my head,
that tells me someone should be dead.
Maybe its the hat and shoes,
maybe some are born to lose.
I could be your best of friend,
neighbor,boss or next of kin.
I could be standing next to you,
contemplating what to do.
I chose my style to please your flesh,
I feel relief with your last breath.
because of me you've no more pain,
and to my list I add your name.