Dear Die-Ary
The voices are gone,
My house is no more.
The figments have left,
What is there to live for?
The people I kill,
The screams they make.
The feeling of dominance,
The lives I take.
I write in this book,
Lying on this tattered bed.
Hoping it will somehow,
Erase the thoughts in my head.
Devi is with herself from now on,
Immortalizing the moment wasn't smart.
Now I can never see her,
I lost a lot more than I really thought.
That bitch was a handful,
Never thought I would 'want'.
She teased my insides,
Laughing with a playful taunt.
My obsessions have faded,
So has my passion for life.
I'll remain the bringer of Death,
The sharp point of the knife.
Opening your skull,
As empty as a cheerleaders head.
What are you living here for?
There's no more to be said.
So which do you want?
Taser? Dull blade, or a restraint?
I'll make it slow or fast,
Right until you faint.
No sleeping now,
That is a release from pain.
Don't you want to feel?
Feeling while your still sane?
Sick twisted homicidal,
Maniac is me!
Is that really who I am,
Or a cover for you to see.
Now I'll end this page,
I'll write another tomorrow.
I'm so fucking bored,
Adding to my sorrow.
So goodnight,
Have a nice sleep.
Maybe while your sleeping,
I'll come in for a peep.
~*~ Squee ~*~
ThE EnD