words.

I’m not evil,

or at least I don’t think so.

Honestly, I'm lonely.

I just want someone to love me,

To make up for all the lost times,

They just don’t understand the difficulties.

i’m surrounded by people yet completely alone.

But my trouble carries a body count.

Yet I’m never the suspect they need.

My weapon isn’t in my hand,

It’s in my mind.

My razor tongue has cut too deep.

Why won’t someone help?

Now my conscience is overloaded,

I have too many names to list.

And so you shall see.

I killed them with a poison;

My toxic comments and envy.

I’m sorry but regret nothing,

Because at least I’m scat free.

Let my realisations begin.

I’m a modern serial killer

And this death chain ends with me.