The quietly composed ones
That live unnoticed nearby
A shadow of a being, unknown
May be the ones that crack up
Skeletons in the closet, real ones
In ritualistic fervor and design
Trophies of vengeful fits caged
Beneath a mask of sanity seen
They appear meek and mild
N'er speaking, n'er looking up
With quirks and quips distracting
For distance is a constant ally
They often hide in plain sight
Society left unaware, unsuspecting
Patsies beware, they will play you
Serial murders can deliberately thrive
The line between fantasy and reality
Often is precariously, painfully thin
Astonished by evil obsession
Covered by the mask of sanity