Voices in my head are telling me to do it again
What kind of message are they trying to send
I’ve done their bidding too many times
So others can suffer from my horrible crimes
I could be lurking in the shadows, or I maybe easy to see
Could be you next door neighbor, or even gentry?
When you awake, you’ll be unable to move
That’s when I’ll introduce my TOOLS to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem