Blood trickles down the the walls
Everything is stained red even the the kitchen floors
Unmoving, lifeless bodies stare at me with their cold, dead eyes
I remember it too well, all their pleas and all their cries
I giggle loudly as i remember the joy i felt when i slit their throat one by one
The happiness i felt, the adrenaline that was a lot of fun
All i wanted to do was play a little game
But they thot i was mad, well it was quite a shame
I promise (laughs), I'd have let them go
Uninjured but maybe a little sore
All they had to do was listen and comply
But they didn't listen, so i decided they just had to die
I killed them, no emotions and i shrug "Oh"
"So this is what people meant when they called me a psycho"