Darkness looms... Like a forbidden cloak
one wrapped around the confines
of this place they locked me.
Days, weeks, years all seems the same
when your locked with scarce food, little water
"for the good of our people"
they would say
"he is unfit to live"
others would bark
but they just dont understand.
The fatal attraction to watch the blood
trickle down, pale virgin skin
without a care, without a thought
another death that I have brought
one of 7 under my belt, one of 3 they found
they call me insane, a mad man
An artist of our time
painting in the blood of my victims
with my fingers
with my fingers...these fingers..
wrapped around her throat...
watching the life pass...slowly...
like sleep that comes over the children..
so many children...so much blood...
Thats were they found me and I wait
I wait for capital punishment to treat me just...
metal clanks...doors open...every day in this tower..
metal on stone assures me the blade will cut sweet
maybe they will use my own..to paint a mural...a mural..
of me...