ANHEDONIA

As I walked down the streets of Illinois, Chicago. I took in the deserted area letting the blood trail after me as I dragged my baseball bat across the pavement.

They thought they knew me, they all think they do.

There is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can sense our lifestyles, and probably comparable I simply am not there.

I have no desire whatsoever to reform myself. My only desire is to reform people who try to reform me, and I believe the only way to reform people is to kill them.

My motto is: "wake up. Breathe in. Cause mayhem. And kill 'em all"

I can't trust anyone. WHY?? Because the one person I thought would never turn on me... Turned on me. The one person I thought would never hurt me... Hurt me. The one person I thought would never leave... Left me. So tell me... Why should I trust anyone else??

Your own shadow can betray you, so watch your back, you might never know who's next.

But I'll let you know, revenge is beneath me, Accidents, however, will happen.