A piece of brain splattered on the floor,
You may be horrified,
You may be like a psychopath in a candy store.
The world is a weird place,
Full of violent actions, full of buried dead.
There is always someone that giggles in their head.
They have all the power to be predators,
Preying like a tower over the lost souls.
Rubbing their hands, tightening the noose,
There is always someone giggling obtuse.