From a dark room came destruction
A twisted plot to kill the world
To show the power of one mind's corruption
From a dark room his plan unfurled.
He set to work, it gave him pleasure,
His fingers moving with skill and ease.
He took his time, he felt no pressure,
The intention built by this wretched disease
But then something surfaced, a force of resistance
To combat his thoughts, stop them completely.
They shattered his dreams, put an end to his visions.
They caught him in hiding, and killed him discreetly.
His ideas were never copied, his plans, never set in motion,
For his secrets died with him, at the bottom of the ocean.

Jeffrey T. Bender

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mind-decay/