Killers - Diary of Dreams

Observing my inhuman environment

Nothing here to become attached to

Makes it easy to let go …

A plague on you!

No placebo left for you

What is sanity?

What is serenity?

Maybe one day, in my white room

Someone remembers me?!

And maybe some day some creature

Might even cherish me?!

How disturbing!

A demon in my eyes?

You put me here, I guess to let me die

The cannibals mask is only for your protection

The virus travels through my tongue, they say

Compassion, not part of your vocabulary

Forgiveness, not of mine

Fear my revenge you pathetic fool

I am not yet forsaken