S.TRAP

With anger and an axe

Ready to shed blood

I can hear the sounds

Forcing through his mind

The look is not better

Inside his mind 

 Generates argumentative voices

Sparks and smoke as he gets angry

 Angry with imaginary demons

Cranial screeching drives him self-insane

 Leaving so soon

After going out that door

There will be no turning back

How can i stop a guy with an axe

 Shallow, enraged breaths

He turns the key

And God have mercy 

On the souls of those in the wrong place 

At the wrong time