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Insane.
The thoughts that plague me day by day...
To grab a knife, a gun and kill. To murder someone, go insane. Feel the thrill of the chase, to be predator instead of prey.
My conscience says not to but, the voices say, "Go ahead, don't be afraid. Don't you want to feel their pain? Their screams and hate?" Oh dear, have I already gone insane?
These voices I hear, they call my name, drown out my conscience and laugh at my pain. I laugh too, at other's pain. Am I still insane?
"Do it." they say, no I'm a good girl. Oh, so I say. "Good girls don't enjoy other people's pain."
-PushingupDaisies
To grab a knife, a gun and kill. To murder someone, go insane. Feel the thrill of the chase, to be predator instead of prey.
My conscience says not to but, the voices say, "Go ahead, don't be afraid. Don't you want to feel their pain? Their screams and hate?" Oh dear, have I already gone insane?
These voices I hear, they call my name, drown out my conscience and laugh at my pain. I laugh too, at other's pain. Am I still insane?
"Do it." they say, no I'm a good girl. Oh, so I say. "Good girls don't enjoy other people's pain."
-PushingupDaisies
Published 26th Jun 2014
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