There’s blood on my hands and it’s not my own.
The weapon of choice dropped onto the floor.
The mutilated body is lying right beside it.
It shouldn’t have ended this way.
I really didn’t want you dead.
But you had to push me over the edge; fight me all the way.
Why wasn’t I talked out of it?
There’s always someone yapping in my ear.
Why not this time?
Now I’m all shaken up.
My hands are trembling and a cold chill is running down my back.
Do I move on to the next?
Continue my rampage.
Psycho I’ll be called if I continue but the rage boils up inside.
The next target is on sight.
I can’t go through with this.
Although that’s what you would have wanted.
I’m haunted by visions.
Your face is everywhere.
I’ve scarred and beaten you.
Left you behind stiff as a board but still you live on in my nightmares.
A tortured soul for a screwed up tomorrow; that’s how I’ll be known.
That’s how I’ll live on when the lightning crashes and it’s all burned to a crisp.
Pick me up why don’t you with your arms of steel.
End it all for me; right here and now.
Take me away to some place far from humanity.
Pull the wool over my eyes.
Break the glass over my head.
Why won’t you go away?
I hurt myself enough without you hammering a nail in me.
Make me human again.
An animal I shall not remain but I will do it again.
Watch and see; blood for blood.
My hunger increases for flesh and pain.
Copyright ©2003 Lanna