You speak to someone I not know.

She is Mystery, she is little miss Jane Doe.

To her you say you love,

To her you call your little dove.

Unfaithful you have been to me,

But I have a vengeance you’ll soon see.

With a stark nod and a wave,

I leave from the place, revenge all I crave.

To my old friends house I make my way,

There I grab my knife, not content to stay.

Back home I go, such fury in my mind,

I barely notice as I stab you from behind.

You were once the center of my heart,

But now you’re blood paints my hand, art.

I relish in my own insanity,

And as I go I know you are to me, inanity.