Who is next, who is on the death pole
Who has their heart as hot as coal
How much I'm I worth being killed or sold
Who is the benefactor, does he give out lots of gold?
what have we done to offend, for we are innocent
Most of our life has been private or ruled, many say we are decent
We die one by one till there is none
There is only a few left, what is done has been done
You speak, echoes of your voice are all we hear
You try to stand strong and growl like a bear
We fight back and show them we care

A life filled with games and fun
Excitement through criminal run

A dark soul with colorful hair
Psychotic laughter fills the air

Always wearing a sinister smile
A mad man that walks in style

Mentally ill and damaged heart
He mixes love and hate into art

Hidden anger in his laughter
Crying himself sick right after

Joys in killing innocent folks
A passion for blood and jokes

Confused because his past
He roams his childhood cast

Insanity puts him up and down
To live the life of a killer clown

I know what you'r thinking.  Oh, I can't believe that little girl did that; she was so sweet, I wonder what went wrong, blah, blah blah... I can see it in your eyes.  high-pitched laughter.  Yes, I killed those girls.  But they deserved it.  They had gifts.  The actress, the singer, the model, the dancer, the painter, the musician, and the writer.  They were all so talented.  And they didn't appreciate any of it!  They took all of it for granted!!!  Now, now look at me.  I'm nothing compared to them.  A good singer, but never the best.  Pretty, but never the prettiest.  Smart, but never the smartest!  I was doing them a favor.  I was doing everyone a favor!

But by doing this.  I'm finally good at something.  I'm finally known for something.  I won't call this a gift that I take for granted.  I won't be like those girls.  I don't take this granted. pause  But wait, I'm not done yet, I would like to request to go on with my story, and reasons, and I would also request you wipe that look off your face.  I'm not crazy.  I was just jealous, and sad, and angry.

Now, I won't go into details about each of their similar, tragically beautiful demises, I would imagine you already know how that all went.  I just need to know that you know that I was doing something for the good of everyone.  Hell, this was for the good of the world.  It's just like anything anyone else would do.  Just to make a statement.  Isn't that why people do anything anymore?

Hey!  Where are you going?!  You can't walk away just because you're disgusted!  You can't try to make yourself different from me!!!

Comfort is non-existent, I don’t know how to be right.
Contamination took over the thoughts, I can’t lose this fight.
I must have polluted my mind,
selfish crimes ..expanded through time.
Realistic battles from my lost fantasies I can’t find.
Corrupted dreams filtered through the seams,
Nothing more frightening than a killer of your dreams.
Murders sprinkled in each corner of these streets,
then follow you home to creep in your sheets.
Your friendly enemy that knows your weak,
and stabs your back the next night you sleep.
I’d rather have solitude,
I’d rather have peace in my very own gratitude.
I could ignore your ignorance, **** your attitude.
Voices sneak in your head & cause your decease.
My fate has me wild, but I froze with no peace.
Dangerous brains don’t rest, they run on repeat.
Captured demons hidden behind military police,
to strangle my thoughts while I lay in bed and never catch sleep.

Its a killer.
Like anger to a bee.
Like Hope in the eyes of a decided fate.
Like Music to my ears, we fade slowly together. Our feet move in step time sync.
Its a beauty; like the swan.
A flap of the wings in the water light.
A twist of the neck; a break of your arm.
It's a killer, with the name of Love.

Is it just a loose porch board
that creaks just outside my door?
Is it just the howling wind
that creaks outside and nothing more?

Can I trust these sweat-soaked sheets
to keep a midnight prowler at bay?
Can I trust my frozen feet
to safely carry me away?

Is my room, cloaked in gloom,
inhabited by solely me?
Light, I assume, would only exhume
the tenants of my dirtless tomb.

I shall not be prey, I then decide,
I shall not fall to just any beast!
I'm not a feast... not their's at least...
The worms... perhaps, but them I don't mind.

"You're not getting me!" I scream,
I grab the the gun and run to the shed.
I turn and bolt the door and my hands
shake as I load an ounce of lead.

"I'm not yours to have!" I cry
My vision now becoming blurred
click
"It is I who shall have the final word!"

Throughout an empty forest, a single shot is heard.