Aisha,
we've only just met and I think you ought to know
I'm a murderer.
I have a portrait on my wall.
He's a serial killer.
I thought he wouldn't escape.
Aisha,
he got out.
We live in a cemetery.
A cold and barren place.
And science runs with us.
Making us gods.
The rules are all wrong.
Every perversion is justified.
They ask people eat dead bodies.
Anything goes around here.
I still want to be human.
But what am I?
What am I?
I'm a murderer.
Aisha!
I'm confused.
Aisha!
I'm vibrating.
I'm a murderer.
It's all subtle.