There is nothing to see here people keep moving on
Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone
No one cares when the show is done

Standing in line and its cold and you want to go
Remember a joke so you turn around
There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself

I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts
She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself
Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things

Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground
I try to whisper, so no one figures it out
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things

The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain
Lovers hold hands to numb the pain,
Gripping tightly to something that they will never own

And those by themselves by choice or by some reward
No mistakes only now you're bored
This is the time of your life but you just can't tell

"What made you believe that he 'wanted it'?" The police men are all the same; they ask the same questions over and over again like it's some holy mantra, and if they keep repeating it, it'll help them get through life.

I lift my eyes, vacant and unseeing (a mask to hide my 'wrong' feelings; created out of years of 'just peeping') to the double-chinned face of the man 'interrogating' me. I cock my head to one side and allow my mask to slightly crack, showing my amusement to him. "Well, how do you know that some girl at some bar wants you, Officer? How do you know that she's randy enough to want you to crawl and spasm on top of her?" The officer's face slowly turned a pleasant purple shade and I let another minute crack appear in my mask. "I just did, sir."

The man lumbered around the chair and desk they've sat me at; his meaty hands began to crumple up the skinny file they had on me, and his beady eyes look anywhere but my face. They rest on the once starchy white paper, and I see them zoom across the page. "…Nick Peterson was found three days after his disappearance in your hotel room, Mr. Lawliet." I slid my feet out of my barely-there tennis shoes and twiddle my toes like someone who would twiddle their thumbs. I bobbed my head up and down to show him that I was listening to his idle chatter.

"Yes, yes I've heard this all before, Officer, I can assure you that." I wanted to chew on something sweet, but the 'oh so nice' police officers only allowed me four sugars in my coffee rather than my usual sixteen. I played with the cellophane cup. "I know that you found him bound, gagged, rapped extensively severaltimes, and dead. I was the only DNA you clowns could pull off the body, and so you caught me." I snorted and closed my eyes as if savoring something spectacular.

"My fun has come to an end. Se dissoudre." I had allowed them to catch me because it wasn't any fun to kidnap those boys and rape them till they were black and blue; I didn't get anything out of it, just like I didn't when I had first started. Ten years ago.

I heard the officer's heavy breath come from above me; I watched with slowly raising interest as his square hands clenched into tight, tight fists. "Are you going to hit me?" I asked a little breathlessly, feeling my heart start to beat quickly in my head.

I remembered little Nick Peterson's hands as he beat at my back, wailing for me to stop, to let him go. I didn't, and ended up choking him with his own sock.

The only raise I EVER got out of doing what I did was because of the promise of a beating…

"Y-you sick fuck." The nice police officer said, stepping away from me to compose himself. "I'm…I'm gonna make sure you're never getting out." I felt loud laughter begin to bubble up from the tips of my toes.

"Is that a promise Officer Peterson?"

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Soo…the tables of crazy are turned. :O

Instead of making B the MO-FO CRAZEH SHIZIT, we all know and love, I made it L. Aaand…he rapes little boys. I was doing the dishes and thinking of a certain CSI episode when I got hit with a bout of inspiration. I'm sorry that I haven't updated on anything of importance, but hey…that's life.

What the little bit of French means is: "come to an end"

The song is by 'She wants Revenge'

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