The buzzing
Of a dozen voices
Soothing
Apprehension and distrust
Hangs in the air
All focused on one topic
Brutal slaying of a friendly face
Inhuman, ghoulish
And off, just out
Of focus
A plad suit
Sips coffee
Not a ripple of emotion
His serenity beguilling
For underneath
A howling madman
Tickled to his core
Lapping up emotion
Reaping his crop
Yes, Yes, that was me
No applause
Talk, Talk
I want to relive
Coffee cup meets counter
Sudden clatter
Cuts open forum
Change dancing on counter top
A plad suit
Walks out
Licking his fingers
I am the murderer
And I hUnGEr
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