Insane you may be, committing such a depravity.
Authorities close behind, even closer you may find.
The jury’s votes have been cast,
You won’t escape your wicked past.
Not today,
Not tomorrow,
You must pay for their sorrow.
Imprisoned for life,
For want of a bloodied knife.
Bloodstained hands.
Crimson lands.
All the cuts you made,
watching as their life does fade.
A sadistic pleasure,
You’ll go to any measure
To get off.
To get on.
Even after they have gone.
Prison is the place for thee,
now keep the fuck away from me!

© Danni Goldring, 2007