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Dear psycho sitting in a dark room,
Hello there psycho sitting in a dark room, I’m cold and cut up in your bedroom
Don’t you remember me, or did you just forget… maybe not want to see this dead body, it will make you upset
I’m in this big dark black baggy, while your carpet coved in rotting blood is getting all saggy
Here I rest in unplaced peace, as heaven falls beneath your feet
And memories of that dark cold night where to took me into that hole, you took my life
You wooed me on a dirt rock floor, you moved inside me right to the core...
My newly loved psycho I wanted to know, why you left me here all alone...
When you are sitting in your chair, chocking on such filthy air
But you’re still sitting in your dark room and I’m not with you I’m in a tomb…
Hello there psycho sitting in a dark room, I’m cold and cut up in your bedroom
Don’t you remember me, or did you just forget… maybe not want to see this dead body, it will make you upset
I’m in this big dark black baggy, while your carpet coved in rotting blood is getting all saggy
Here I rest in unplaced peace, as heaven falls beneath your feet
And memories of that dark cold night where to took me into that hole, you took my life
You wooed me on a dirt rock floor, you moved inside me right to the core...
My newly loved psycho I wanted to know, why you left me here all alone...
When you are sitting in your chair, chocking on such filthy air
But you’re still sitting in your dark room and I’m not with you I’m in a tomb…
Literature
Psycho
I see what isn't there
No one yells yet I can hear
The silence screams my name
No one can feel my pain
Inside I'm a mess
Outside I try my best
Happiness made of plastic
Overly dramatic
Surrounded by the night
I see faces and try to fight
I close my eyes and yell, "GO!"
Everyone's a little psycho
A person inside my head
On panic it is fed
Red, the color of fear
The monsters draw near
Scars on my arms
I beg and it harms
Just let me be
One day I'll be free
I curl up and cry
All I want is to die
I've become my own foe
Everyone's a little psycho.
Literature
insanity
a soul that is twisted,
a mind that is crazed.
long sadden eyes,
that always seem dazed.
with a smile that scares,
and her crypted scars,
she will never be beautiful,
with all of her flaws.
a jacket to hug,
a room of pure white,
for the girl that everyone claims,
to have given up inside.
trapped in her box,
alone with her insanity,
no more does she recognizes,
herself in that vanity.
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insanity
They called her insane
They were probably right
But that’s not all that she was
That’s not what would be carved on the granite, resting above her skull
That’s not how I would come to remember her
They called her insane
Was that what she was?
Condemned by society as a stranger
With words like involuntary hospitalization
And prescription medication
They called her insane
But that’s not how I saw it
I see how she would reach towards the sky
Arms outstretched, blooming like a flower
Reaching towards an uncaring sun
They called her insane
And I do recall
The days during which she would wander about
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tee hee this is what happens when i read books, and i love to read books XD the book just gave me this idea of some kind of love between a psycho and the one he killed such an insanity driven thing it is *giggles* insanity=fun
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Ever see the showtime show Dexter? it's based off of the book "Darkly Dreamly Dexter" is this the book u mean or a different book? However this poem clearly illustrates of the connection between killer and victim, and I therefore think it should be belonging in the 
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and the groups, so with your permission I will submit this to them ok?