Dear Mr. Sinister

Yes…I’m back to my requested culture,
May I leave today?
My hands can’t remember the touch of blood anymore
Of having scored against creation,
Of a pulse never to pound again, the sound of requiem…

Dear Mr. Sinister,
Let’s start the screaming…please
Mr. Violent Nature,
Give me a clue to untie my sleeves,
Dear Mr. Prejudice,
Is there no one to hate for me?...please
Mr. Oh So Wicked
Amity’s asleep – anger’s got to be freed…

The memory of fear in the abandoned’s eyes
Already left my forced-to-be-friendly mind
All of suspense has left my oh-so-lonely self…

Yes…I’m back to my requested culture,
May I leave today?
Sure the headlines miss me
My talent to invent the most disgusting cruelties
All of ‘em remember
My perfect seizure technique…