A Lunacy Soliloquy Poem by Stephanie Apila

I have become crazy
I talk to myself day and night
I wonder to myself

What are murderers' hearts made of?
What color is their blood?
Their blood must be blue or…
So that the one they see
Doesn't give the impression of blood

I have become crazy
Thinking without an attitude!
What do they think the minute they are idle?
I mean the slayers

I have become crazy
Wondering in vain
Where do they find the courage?
The reply spaces linger blank.
STEPHANIE APILA