Dark Thoughts

I sit in my the darkest corner of mind.
Looking over the sickest of thoughts you can combine.
These thoughts rape my dreams and soul.
Filled with darkness and screams.
Of a boy who's heart is black and face is pale.
As he thinks on blood drips from his eye's.
And his heart is filled with despise.
He dreams of a man in a black suit.
Laying in the middle of the world, where he is driven insane, and drives into a boot.
The black suited man tries to speak, but all that comes out is piss and blood.
I can find myself wondering who this tortured soul is?
I look down and find a knife covered with this mans blood.
I remove the hood from his dead corpse and stare into his dead eye's.
I take a gasp, because thats when I finally realize that the black suited man is....me.