Screen is black . . .   Fade into . . .

EXT.  TWO-STORY OFFICE BUILDING.  DAY.

The Rise Above Mental Health Services Center, in Pleasant Valley Somewhere
A beautiful Spring day is darkened by the shadow of an American Nightmare
The scene is reminiscent of Virginia Tech, with eerie similarities to Columbine
Another senseless massacre . . .  another psycho-Shooter crosses the line . . . 

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INT.  OFFICE SUITE 207.  SECOND FLOOR.  DAY.

The Shooter sits at the desk of a former five-star shrink
Bloody hands reload his 9mm, while his blood drips like black ink
A small tv in the corner shows the horrorific scenes outside
He watches what he has caused, grinning with great dark pride
His gaze shifts from the tv to the corner on his far right
where Three people cower in fear, trembling in a wicked fright
He cocks his weapon and aims it at the Three on the floor
He taps his finger against his lips, They heed his warning for sure
They bury Their faces into each other, trying to stifle any sound
The Shooter lowers the gun, in his trenchcoat he feels around
Outcomes a mini-cassette recorder, he sets on the desk top
He looks at His blood-soaked hand, knowing the bleeding won't stop
He flicks his hand and takes the recorder, and again with that grin
He holds the recorder up, clear his throat and then He begins . . .

" Ahhh man, well the Big Day is here, always knew it would come
  Phantasizing about it gets old, you know where I'm comin' from
  It was the best way to make my statement, everybody's gonna listen
  All those lost years I hesistated, I never knew what I was missin'

  Do I feel bad about it ? Well, I no longer feel . . .  dead
  I actually feel . . . alive, how ironic, with all this bloodshed
  Even my own blood spills today, that cop got off a lucky shot
  so did I, he chose his profession, He deserved what he got

  They ALL got what they deserved, and should thank me for it
  comin' here with their broken mind, hoping for help to restore it
  I was fooled by all that too, talk-talk-talk and take your medication
  no more prolonging my misery, time to meet my final destination

  Runnin' and gunnin' for revenge, giving it all back to society
  Rich Poor Black White whatever, I went for a non-biased variety
  the looks on all those faces, realizing it's this Pariah's finest hour
  more like 15 minutes, to show the world who really has the power

  And all of this could've been avoided, they shouldn't've doubted me
  State cut-backs on whatever funding, all hope is leavin' without me
  That place was my home, I was in and out for years
  alone with no meds, in comes the rage and all of it's fears

  I warned them not to do that, be best if you keep me locked inside
  I was given a 'sorry' and 'good luck', I knew then, they're all gonna die
  Not that I loved that hospital, but I did fall in love when I was there
  with a crazy lil Babydoll from Hell, the only one I believe really cared

  I wonder if She's in the rec room ?  Watchin' this shit on that crap tv ?
  wonder what She's thinkin' ?  Wonder what She'd say to me ? . . . " 

                  ". . .  Oh baby . . .  I'm so proud of you ! . . . 
                          They ain't seen nothin' yet . . . I'll get ya that lawyer . . .
                          the criminal vet . . . then maybe you'll be here with me . . .
                          we'll make history . . .  with our confessions of pleasure . . .
                          and what brought us together . . .  oh hunny . . .  
                          I'll see ya soon . . .  every night under the same moon . . .
                          I'll howl and maybe growl a lil . . . have sweet dreams of us 
                          in the middle . . . of life's greatest reward . . . the mental ward . . . "

" She's so fuckin' cool man . . . shit, sucks I'll never see her again
   not in this bullshit world, maybe in some darker heaven
   my little demon-angel, all dressed in wicked black leather 
   I hope She kills herself soon . . . so we can really be free together

  Although most will say I'm goin' to hell, when I lose my last breath
  but that's the moment I leave hell, signed out by the Angel of death
  and this here is far from over, I still have plenty of vengeance to give
  keep on handin' out as much death as I can, while I still live . . . "

                                          ( to be continued )