Nature of the Insane

In order for people to appreciate my work, they’d have to be truly insane

No one else can begin to fathom what exactly is working its way through my demented mind

I intend to make my mark, to leave many lives touched in my presence

Whether that be good or bad, it doesn’t matter to me

All I want is for people to remember me, pass on my dreaded legacy to others

Most are completely sane; they don’t understand me at all, looking at me with fear or pity

Some are just like me, knowing halfway what I desire out of this cursed life

They are the insane ones, the ragtag group that no one ever pays attention to, the group that, in most people’s eyes, would contribute the least amount of change to the world

But I tell you, the truth is the absolute opposite

While those who would believe that they hold the mentality to maintain control watch over all the major operations out in the daylight, we lurk in the shadows

None can tell us apart from the common rabble, not at first glance

But once they take a good look at our faces, they immediately recognize us, but by that time, they’re already dead

We sneak up on the valiant courage that this city has built up, and we intend to break it down

Whether it be with an explosive performance or a silent killing, we will be there to show everyone what we’re capable of

They soon shall see that there is no limit to our murderous intentions, our extent of glorious ideas

Sometimes, we mean to kill just for the fun of it

But sometimes, we falter

We did not always wish for this life, but the rest of the world forced it upon us

For us, there is no redemption, no “righteous path”

Our paths are our own

There is none to judge our actions, our emotions, our ideals

They have no right

We’ll do as we please, but there will always be those who oppose us, who just don’t get the joke

They fight for the weak and useless, those that are nothing to the city, the scum of civilization

We can handle it

They may beat, torture us, make us bleed

But they will never make us change

Even if we want to, it’s not possible

The road back crumbled and split our lives long ago

And so, we wait

We live

We destroy

We conquer

We rule

And no one, not HIM, not THEY, can tell us different

We are insanity