Beyond's Poem

I hear the screaming and moaning of agony from all around me.
It echo's from the walls as I listen to its  pain.
Red eyes glow with sick and twisted amusement
Such a sweet sound to my ears.
Just like candy.
Now some would be scared and crawl up into a ball by now having to listen.
I don't.
Instead I scream with them.
In this asylum.
In this home of mine.
Oh its like Halloween everyday.
Such a scary place to be, wouldn't you agree, Miss Misora?
Scarier then me?
He sent me here to the 'crazy house' or 'loony bin'.
Do you know what they say?
It's actually kind of funny about what these people told me.
What they diagnosed me as.
They said I suffer from a disease.
This is one fun disease.
They say I am suffering from insanity.
Oh, no. No, no.
They are wrong, so very wrong.
I do not suffer from insanity.
Instead I enjoy every sick and twisted moment of it.
And, L, there is nothing you can do to change that.