Paranoia increasing, these faces ,they take me. Reality missing, I'm away in my grave. I see them,  by the railroad tracks. Lined up one by one, closer i command. My spirit , haunts them, one by one I command. Inch by inch on that track. Their legs sit on the tracks. As my train of revenge makes me smile. Sounds of ripping skin, cracking bones. Their screams make up for all my frightful moans, as a child they tore me apart. I screamed, I cried. Now I laugh, at the blood they leave. Their terror is just one of my missing peieces of joy. Now I sit fat, like after thanksgiving feast.Filled and feed by their hell, their torture. Oh you sick molesters , it's not over, I will be hungry again for more of your pain. Smiling a hurt boy, can now smile.