Pleasure
Flashing lights surround my apartment
Wind forcefully nudging me, a crowd has began to form
I don't know if they are excited or actually trying to help
Where were they when I really needed their help
When I wrote my sister's blood on the wall after I cooked up her organs and served it to my mother
When I pulled my tongue for sure pleasure I enjoy
You never helped
You lockedme in a room with white walls so soft and fluffy
But as I choked that young British man with my handcuffs
I remember, I missed that pleasure
The pleasure of killing
Warm blood on my cold skin
So as I write this letter before my final act
I looked at the pigeons as it flew away
I want to be like that bird
I let the wind take me, the clouds looked so beautiful
I got closer and closer to the flashing lghts
Hearing people screaming madeit even more exciting
And then nothing