What made you do it?

Ice cold hands slack with the fear of betrayal.

Sickly sweet blood in your hands.

You forget what you did.

Or did you?

What made your needle nails dig into her soft decaying flesh?

What made your twisted mind seek her purity?

Your father told you

To seek what you want

But he never thought

you wanted to kill.

What drove you to hate

the people you knew?

What drove you to kill

those who defy you?

What drove you to cross

the line society drew?

Was it that man,

the one who you looked up to,

who let you down

when you needed him most?

Was it the girl

who kissed your best friend

In your backyard?

Was it the kid

who called you Medusa?

Or was it your teachers

who thought you were stupid?

They‘re all dead now, so who really cares

about the people who hurt you?

Why worry about the past

when the future is bright with their blood?