Divination And Volition

Sociopath, compulsive liar, delusionist
 Certified schizophrenic, abused and plasmatic, since conception is what the doctors report revealed
 about Mort
 He manipulated them with lies
 Now he's free, back in society
 Cured with pills and psychotherapy
 But the scars of mother's words remain
 Victim of life at a futile age
 As he drives down the street
 He can see the ghosts here to remind him
 And their faces in the trees
 He can hear them call his name in the windy breeze
 The souls that were taken away
 Thinking his medication is not working
 He can see the walking dead
 Smelling their scent, viewing their gutless cavities
 Strangulation marks around their neck
 They speak to him and retreat
 Lust of their memories, as they perished
 Fills his deceitful mind, the urge for new fantasies
 He can't contain, although he tries
 Everyday the ghosts return
 And ask why you did this to me
 I'll never know you, I'll haunt you till I die
 You took us from our loved ones
 You violated my eternal shell
 Mutilated forever, I will haunt you
 Mort replies. Mother created this
 Blame it all on her, I have been immortalized
 My illness has given the power of divination
 I saved you from your own hell
 My volition to kill has perverse me
 I loved you all, even though you did not know me, but now you are here
 And I remember the look
 In your eyes as you died
 My volition fur lust
 Shall never set me free
 Until I die, you are a prisoner to me
 In the next dimension I will be king
 Through my divination and volition
 I will succeed