Having Tea with Me

I apologize for this post being a day late. I recently got an infection in the right side of my jaw. I was sleeping all day yesterday from the medication. In pain and swollen, but feeling better now.

Anyway, this is a shout-out to a very good friend of mine named, Matt. He is in writer's club and he is awesome.

Psychotic

He likes to play games,

fucked up little games.

These same games

I don’t want to play.

Death is what he likes,

and murder’s

in his crazy house.

As he dances with the Devil

in his happy little world he sings

a song that keeps me screaming

and insane.

Blood pouring from the sky,

evil thoughts keeps him high.

666

when the moon is full.

Like Chucky all he wants to do

is erase your soul

and take your body;

and like Dahmer
all he wants

is to eat your body,

eat your guts.

Yes he’s nuts,

really nuts.

Is it really me?

Hopefully not.

His crazy world

keeps me blind.

No time to unwind,

yes his wife is a butcher knife.

And like Jason

he’ll be right behind yah

after yah run,

run and scream –

No, it must be told,

I don’t know this man.

This mad man is damned

and this mad man thinks he’s me.

All he wants is to take my brain,

he just wants to kill my being.

Yes, seeing his thoughts

leaves me paralyzed,

oh fuck,

now he got me,

I guess I’m

Fucking nuts.

Written by: Matt Schuster