Your dreams are your reality,
And in them you kill all,
All who you hate.

Their blood is a beautiful sight to you,
And your smile knows no ends,
At the sight of their blood.

You are insane,
Yet to you it's perfectly logical,
And your deeds are logical in your eyes,
Yet to me they are monstrous,
And horrifying.

No wonder you spend your nights
In the asylum.

- Michael Hall