Are you insane like me?

Are you insane like me?

Are you deranged like me?

Are you crazy like me?

Do you kill like me?

This is not a dream. This is a dream. This is heaven. This is hell. This is me.

What do I do?

Why won't these voices leave me alone?

They tell me to do such strange things.

But they are so fun.

Are you insane like me?

Are you craving like me?

Are you psychotic like me?

Do you never take the blame like me?

Do you always take the blame like me ?

I think they are whispering about me. They keep looking at me. I don't like it.

My hands are cold.

This dream seems so real. I can't ever tell if it's real. Real or fake. Which is better?

Which would you prefer?

The voices are speaking again. They never leave. They never speak. They won't stop.

Help me.

Don't come near me. It's better, being alone. It's safer.

I hurt people. But it wasn't me.

Or was it?

Are you insane like me?

Are you high like me?

Are you happy like me?

Are you sad like me?

Do you want to feast like me?

I killed so many people.

Was it me? Me or the devil? The devil or the angel?

Who has control?

Who says it's real?

I am a strange child.

I had lots of friends.

They are all gone now.

My heart aches.

My hands are cold.

They are talking about me, I think. They are pointing. The voices want to stop them.

I do to.

Are you insane like me?

Are you psychopathic like me?

Are you irrational like me?

Are you ready like me?

Do you want to kill with me?

The bodies follow me. They never stop.

I wonder if they are the voices. I wonder if I am the voices. I wonder if they are even real?

They leave the train. I follow.

The voices need to be obeyed.

I need to kill.

My brain feels numb.

My heart aches.

My hands are cold.