Venture far into the depths of your mind
Hidden deep within, and what do you find?

I see a dim, corridor painted red
From the blood of the victims it has fed

Venture farther into the clouded mist
Was there anything you may have but missed?

There are remains of a child and others
Dismembered along which darkness smothers

Turn to the child Death taken if you may
Remember not the poor still child that lay?

Yes, the child... once young... full of innocence...
Her once rose cheeks now have pale appearance

Peer farther into the dark corridor
Perhaps if you would try you can see more?

I see a wood door... bloodstained from plunder
By knives or such, but light glows from under

Go through that one bloodstained door my good friend
Perhaps the cause of slaughter is at end?

The wood door opens slowly, and i see...
I...That cannot be right...that cannot be

Please tell me, if you can, what he looks like?
We need the killer friend, to set things right.

His eyes are empty... withdrawn... sullen... cold...
Blood on his hands and body visible to behold

One final question... Who is this one man?
He Known? Speak... for by law he can be dammed

Without a doubt I can easily see
The man of cause... in crimson blood is me