Bundy, Dahmer and good old Jack.
I knew these name before princess's sob story.
I could never relate to losing a shoe
or going into coma from an apple.
Maybe stockholm syndrome, not as Bell
I'm too much a beast for that.
My fangs in the form of knives,
too noble to take lives,
but too human not to think about it.
It normal to want see those who hate you dead.
So says the voices in my head.
They talk in my own voice
They speak about my own fears.
How I end up alone in a cell.
Or my room , a personal hell.
Try give up try to make sense of how I got this crazy.
The answer is a bit hazy,
It was the..
music, t.v show
Who the hell knows,
may the parents or I born with it.
I try to remember that this life is always a choice,
I can decide what controls me.
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