Should I believe these declarations of my clinical insanity?

Gagged and bound with their sterile tape

They cannot process my motivation, when will they ever think?

That my purpose serves theirs and theirs mine

Weakened and Lost

Trapped in my web they cry

Out for their homes

For weeping old mothers

Rabid I lust

For sweet tender sickness

Trapped under their skin

Released by my doings

The perfect murder I shall commit

To plague the minds of scientists

For decades to come

When the bones are all that's left

Until then my innocence retained

I willingly indulge in this existential exercise

I find these lies appealing, I find these thoughts deceiving

I find these shallow graves arousing and the corpse that lays within

To exploit their fragile beings fraught

I have a greater purpose

Know only unto me

Enlightened I am

I have a darker secret

Tucked away

Know only unto us

A couples devilish intent revealed

The lust in conquest

We ride the anguish and thrive in death

There is no foundation

For this paranoia they claim

I wilt away in darkness

A slave to schizophrenic thoughts

I stonewall these ideals

As the romanticized killer that I am

I am the monster they claim me to be

Unleashed upon the would now would I only kill again?

This was my perfect murder

Oh so elegantly planned

Laid forth in historical notoriety

Forevermore unsanctioned

A final wish to be disposed

Upon unconsecrated ground

They'll never get over us

These long years pass In catatonic isolation

She's long gone now I pray she meets me at the gates of Janus

I no longer identify with the human machine

These remorseful antics betray me

Unto the captors lair

These pills, they cannot reach me

My efforts of suicide are failures

Haunting me

Let me be, let me die

'I pray I leave this cesspit in a coffin