The serial killers view of Broadmoor Asylum |
BROADMOOR RECRUIT I have struggled in this place for so long This concrete hell where I was born No remnants of my former state My insanity is the going rate Life destroying psychotic prisms Perform in me an exorcism Caged I am like the common dog But beware, before too long The anarchist will set me free Then it will just be you and me Visceral notions plague my thoughts I promised you that day in court I’d have my justice when I’m free You placed me here and lost the key This sentence due, I contemplate Just how I’ll feed you all my hate Your screams come forth They make me smile Don’t die too quickly, just stay a while Hours pass, you look so weak You lift your head but cannot speak My scalpel, it sings just like birds I look upon you Lost for words Your corpse to me, its scent so sweet The time has come, it’s time to eat Your soul I own by consumption For now it hangs within my dungeon A special place, few have seen A special place where no one leaves You’ve paid the price for your crimes Now think of me one last time. Prisoner #A13 East block Broadmoor, HMPS. 1979 |