The anger enters in her mind, hatred blinds her. She cannot figure out why she is so upset. No one has done a thing to her, yet still she shouts and screams. Is she not right? Is she insane? Has she lost all control? Come inside and be afraid, of this impressive mess I've made. Oh yeah, have you ever lost your mind? Have you ever lost control? Have you ever felt like you were drowning? Have you ever felt like you were being buried alive by your own mind? A heavy burden weighs down upon you, wicked thoughts go flittering through. Can't hold on to a single one, each more wicked than the next. If only people knew, what went on inside of you; if they did you would be locked away. Never again to see the light of day.

Have you gone insane? Or have you succumbed to genius? There is a line between the two, but it seems you've ripped that line. Broken it, erased it, destroyed it. A psychotic mind with a high IQ, within a capable body is most dangerous. Difficult to catch, difficult to question. It becomes just a game to you. How many people will play your game? How many people will lose? Will you win every time, now that you've crossed the line? Will you ever be caught, will you ever stop?

Don't know what to do for you. If I helped you hide the bodies I would be arrested too. I cannot keep my mouth shut much longer, yet still you continue on. I tell you stop; you hit me and keep on going. Am I the only one you will never kill? Will you not stop until everyone is gone? Do you want it to be just the two of us? We can run away, fly away. To a distant island, live out our days there.