You stare at me.
Think what you want.
I honestly don't care anymore.
You'll get what you deserve in the end.
I'll destroy you.
I'll cut off your nose.
I'll slash your eyes.
Then i'll shave your head,
And carve my name into your bruised and bloody skull.
The blood will flow over my name,
Keeping my identity a secret from everyone,
Including myself.
Your body will lay there twisted and mangled,
And I'll laugh.
I'll just stand there and laugh.
I will have never felt such joy before.
The twisted, mind-numbing pleasure is overwhelming.
And I'll just keep laughing,
Until they come and take me away.
The rubber room is calling.
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