I've Got Real Problems

You seem so quiet looking at the dusk of your own life
You stare at the moon as if it stares at you
You think of it all as you're living through a dream
The sky is tinted black as clouds are gathering
The sea is so calm as you step into the beach
The waves are short, small and quiet
You are all alone, convinced you're standing there
While none is watching as you gently walk
To the sea, crossing the bank
You're not alone

I'm hiding far, in the promenade
With a knife in my hand
Staring right at your shadow
Pondering
The right moment I will plant it right on your chest
My intention is to kill you
And lay your corpse carried by the sea
You'll never know who hit you

I'd really like to feel what you're experiencing
But my brain can't even conceive
Relaxation without violence
I've got real problems, indeed
Or so you, my psychotherapist, may think
You recommended me to have some therapy
That was the beginning of my problems
To the point I am beyond peacefulness
Here I come

I escaped alive in your hellish
Asylum, I'm here to make you pay
Dying while you watch the landscape
Isn't it beautiful?
I'll have all the fun
You didn't let me have
Now I've killed myself
Take my last breath now