Morbid Thoughts

Yeah I have violent thoughts sometimes.
Does that make me a violent person?
I think not.
As a sickness these thoughts bring humor to my heart.
Yes I laugh at a dream of beating my boss in the car over and over again in repetition indefinitely.
This is because he does 110 in a 55 like the song and I don't why except I do.
He might be suicidal, and might want to die.
Yes I laugh at a dream of a yodeling cat tied up in a plastic bag slowly suffocating.
This is of course because she won't stop yodeling.
These morbid thoughts last mere seconds, acting them out would scar me for years.
A conscious that would disappear.
I do feel both pain and guilt.
Even if at it seems at time as if I don't.
Am I reassuring myself or you?
That's a question that needs to be asked.
I know I'm not crazy it is everyone else.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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