It's Gone.

4/1/95

Lurking darkly in here, nobody has a suspicion,
of the chaos haunting these walls.
Nobody hears the pathetic calling of the girls,
no one knows the depths of my derision,
for all of humanity.

Walking past it now, nobody has a clue,
of the cause of this delusion,
that I'm better than you all.
I've got them.
To control, to use, to finish, to kill.
Fully alert, smiling, laughing in this
sickness.
Not insanity.

Lurking in the shadows, nobody has a suspicion,
of the feeling of suspense which engulfs me.
Can't bring them back. No future left now.
Take the easy way out, even though I'm
not guilty, or am I ?
This is the best judgement. Good Riddance.