The Answer Is

How does one decide the right questions to ask
When they assign you an impossible task
How does one find the right direction to head
When the thought process is found to be dead

A funeral found in the darkness of a closed mind
Is attended by sorrow and anger, raging with time
A detour was set up long ago in a violent storm
The road to reason shut off from processing the norm

After losing a major battle on the field of insanity
Hope is nearly lost for the safety of humanity
A mighty warrior is born inside a defected brain
With evil and destruction he is vigorously trained

As the powerful ocean, on the surface he remains calm
Connecting with society like there is nothing wrong
While deep inside the course of action is carefully planned 
Hounds of hell sniffing out a safe path for death of a woman

Nighttime in Gotham city brings a madman's delight
One more chance to feed the dogs of death tonight
Leaving letters behind to taunt the police I play my game
2000 arsons and six killings brought me to national fame

Please come in, lay down on this comfortable couch and relax
We have many things to talk about in this unfortunate task 
How does one decide the right questions to ask
When they assign you an impossible task

I wrote this while thinking of David Berkowitz’s psychiatric doctor and what thoughts would be racing in her mind on meeting him the first time.

(also known as Son of Sam, a serial killer from the late 1970s),

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