Insane, it's my game.

Insane, It's my game.

Stalking him into the alleys...
glaring knife at my side,
your the poison to my mind,
you end tonight. 

My mind racing,
numbing from the misery,
tired of a sweet Innocent fate,
hating every second i see your face,
Death. Its coming faster than you forsee.

Like murder movies on show,
you get to play victim,
but sadly I'm not into tapes,
so no one will ever know.

Little boy,
you messed with the wrong girl and as i near,
your fate will appear.
I might hurt the other,
but let her suffer the pain,
hearing of your death,
and feeling my own pain.

Nearing every second,
not stepping in one puddle,
not making a breath of sound,
cause I'm a killer,
not a clown.

Catching your back...
Letting you feel the swirls on the blade,
smelling the blood from your veins,
as the crazy girl,
winks and walks away...

Blackness coming...
sealing away my pain,
feeling the insane lash out inside,
laughing at this little game.
at that little fact,
that no one can help you,
cause no one can catch me.