As I was walking home that night I heard the crying...
She was raped and she was dying...
I'm kneeling down laughing. And I'm crying...
"Hahaha!" Have I gone insane?! "Hahaha!"
Where am I? Hello? Hello?!

Doctor: "You're alright.. You're at Good Samaritan Hospital. I'm Doctor Da<cutoff>

"What is all this blood?!"

Doctor: "Just lie down! Nurse?!"

Nurse: "Doctor?!"

Doctor: "Call security!"

"Amy!!" - raging maniac

Doctor: "Something's wrong!"

"Amy!!!"

Nurse: "The sedatives should be working!"

"Amy!!!"

Doctor: "Hold him down! Give him more!"

Nurse: "I can't!"

"Amy, no!!!" - psychotic maniac

It took me three months to speak again...
Read my story... And welcome to me...

Good of Evil - Heaven of Hell
Creature by thy name
Plotting violent revenge
Label me insane

Held for 60 days within an observation room
Never once a word to say - never made a move

Sometimes I'd heard the doctors talk
Behind the bolted door
Speaking low beneath their breath
Because they weren't sure
They had no clue about the evil monster in the chair
Emotionless and cold as ice but what it still aware?

At the hospital - in the round room downstairs:

Doctor: "This is something called 'click-thought'. Watch this...

<I'm strapped down. They have headphones on me. They have me listening to a loud, fast-paced music. I can read their lips.>

"This is wierd"
"Have you ever seen anything like this?!"
"No. Never..."
"Heart rate 255?"
"Look at the blood pressure!"
"Oh my God!"
"Shut it off!"
<the music is off>
"Heart rate 300 BPS! Turn it off!"
"I did..."
"It's like he still hears it!"
"305! Get the Verapamil, now!"
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Wait. He's laughing?"
"He's crying?"

Amy's dying...

"I dunno! What a lunatic..."
"Stop it!"
What's the matter with you?!"
"He's reading your lips. Look at him!"

Barely breathing... Barely crying...

"Go give him the Varapamil!"

Amy's dying...

I'm laughing, crying...
Amy's dying...
Bleeding, screaming, whining...
"He's gone now. You'll be alright!"
I was lying...

Every September... Mind-bending anger...
I'm a mentally ill. Creation of evil.

Every year around this time
I start to lose my mind.
Remembering a dying girl
Just stare into my eyes.
Holding on so tight to me
and fearing for her life.
Knowing I could do nothing
But stay until she died.

Every year around this time the tears are in my eyes.
I hear her frightened, dying cries. In weakeneed state, the weakened sighs.

Once again I see her die... Over and over and over...
When will this misery end? In peace I will never live again.

I remember trying to hold in the blood of someone I felt love for.
She died, and so did I inside,
In my arms she cried - then breathed no more.

The silence of the storm inside twists into something that becomes alive. A mental existence that is born to provide protection. There is a Guardian...

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[This message has been edited by Sal Collaziano (edited 08-29-2000).]