When You Go Insane

Blood splattered on the wall and dripping down.

Bodies everywhere and they're dead, silence, not one sound.

I walk down the trail of bodies and I think I'm going to hell.

I get to the end of the trail, enter the library, and say, "I did well."

I'm not like every other psycho path who kills and then kills himself.

No, I want them to wonder why I did this.

I want them to come in here and see me grinning against this shelf.

I'm beyond insanity, I AM the meaning of murder.

Because before I kill them, I like to make them shudder.

I hear a noise from the hall and in come two detectives.

I laugh, " Good evening detectives, why so apprehensive?"