He sits alone in this room, burning his mind all the way through.

He wonders were he could be, and why he can't seem to see.

He loathes himself for what he is, even though he can't help it.

He's a genius run into the ground, his time spent hell bound.

He yearns for the control he once had, turning to his bed he is more than mad.

His anger seething, his blood boiling under his skin.

But then they come and make him 'sane'.

And he can't seem to feel his brain.

Shiny, long strands of metal pierce his skin.

Bruising and marking his rage within.

Stopping what he can't help but feel.

He can't help but feel the need to kill.

He tries hard though, for a young man he knows.

One he loves dearly despite himself and what he loathes.

He knows how much of a creep he is, and oh how perfect he is.

Petey. The name oozes innocence.

Gary. The name spits sadism.

Gary would kill for Petey, and once, he almost did.

The night on top of the school, when Jimmy could only show he was a fool.

Gary was defeated and along with him his heart.

What could at least be called a heart?

Even psychopaths have one. Don't they?

Society says otherwise.

All humans say and see what they consider abnormal to be evil.

Gary was what they saw.

The venom he spat only proved it, the control he held over only portrayed it.

And now he's nothing more then an insane asylum patient.

This is what the world considers help.

Locking them away. Keeping them from the 'normal' people.

But Gary was just as human as anyone, and Petey was his friend and more.

Gary hates humanity and everyone he comes in contact with, but not Petey.

He obsesses over little Petey.

Obsesses over him like a drug he actually would take for the fun of it.

But Petey isn't here anymore.

He's gone from Gary because Gary is locked away.

He sits on the hard, cold floor that feels like broken glass

It's dirty and covered in mysterious dried fluids and stains.

But Gary doesn't give a shit. He quit giving a shit a long time ago.

And that was when he never saw Petey again. When he felt his heart break apart.

But since when do psychopaths have hearts to break?