The future

Never again will I fall,
Fall again and lose it all.
Longing to be loved,
But into darkness my heart hath been shoved.
The feeling causing me to go numb,
Others have more feelings than I in their left thumb.
I simply cannot feel,
I am disconnencting from what is real.
I tried to warn you about going insane,
The warning was simply just in vain.
The lust for blood,
The beautiful crimson flood.
From her throat I draw my knife,
Ending yet another life.
Lillian is my name,
And mass murder is my soon-to-be game.
My sanity is running out,
Soon murder is what life will be all about.
Heading out for my next kill,
The police my grandfather befriended will get a thrill.
Cackling as their throat is slit,
Into their eyes as they are dying I will spit.
Year after year,
Nothing but pain, agony, and tears.
Result of all the torture,
I am happy with it for sure.
Life is all a happy game,
For these murders on me do not place the blame.