Derangement

I am your mind, I am your thought Confined with my on disturbed existence Through the sickening, supreme art of derangement Regretfully, you disdain my art As you become my next victim That of death, and domination You will soon see my developed system I have called the supreme art of derangement I control you Waiting, hunting, so patiently You're like a child, so naive to the fact That I will strip you of life Your ignorance is so pathetic Strategically, to my advantage In these depths that I call my mind Desensitized to the fact that you are now dead You lay there calm and quiet