Another high profile child killer's face

Glaring from the front page

It'll never age

A frozen

Precisely chosen

Photo to justify

The ranting prose

And shrieking headlines.

 

And you're so embroiled in mindless,mundane toil

That whenever those papers

Boil with rageful calls

For the knee-jerk mob elite

You suddenly jump to your feet

Stand to attention

And come begging for more drama

 

Because your life's so fucking boring.

 

You're so desperate

So desperate

So desperate to be involved

So desperate to feel threatened

So you fantasise

About cornering these killers with knives

Burning them alive

Re-enacting every ounce of pain

They forced on the children's soft skin.

 

How the fuck are you better than them?

Chucking around words like “justice”

 

The psychopathy of the murderer

Stabs away at thin twitching curtain of calm

That everyone holds up as an ideal

Revealing the everyday squirming madness

Of everyday people.

 

And then you have the audacity to say:

“I want my family to feel safe”.

 

You say you want your family to be safe

But there's little more dangerous than having

Your calls to anger and violence controlled

And your fists banging

And shouts for hanging make my blood run cold.

 

Because your life's so fucking boring

 

You want feel a part of something really special

To be the centre of attention

And not sitting on the sidelines of life

Waiting for opportunities to tumble into sight

And who knows?

If you complain until your lungs are tight

And face is blue

Your name might appear in the papers too.

 

It's pure paranoia.

Thinking there's a child-murdering psycho

Behind every corner

Just waiting to leap out from the shadows

And snatch your kids

 

And I think you secretely want it to happen

 

Because your life's so fucking boring.

 

Muttering curses under your breath

Thirsting for every detail

Don't leave anything out

Because you want to know exactly how badly she was mutaliated.

How stoved in his head was.

Was she raped? Was he tortured?

You can't wait to find out

 

And I get the creeping feeling these kids being killed

Makes you a little bit horny

It's new-approved pornography

Because you're induling in a sick voyeuristic obsession

Maddie's kidnapping twisted into a crime thriller

Keeping you guessing

You can't wait to find out whodunnit

But no new leads mean no new story

So as the news story drifts off

So do you

While the parents still suffer

And the toys gather dust

 

Because your life's so fucking boring.

 

You use all your available tools

To place them high on pedastals

Creating a mythical beast

A monster in abstract

That can never be truly killed

Meaning your bloodlust can never be fufilled

So Hindley, Brady and Huntley

Can become the thing of horror stories

Pawing at your nightmares

With their bloodstained hands

 

But the truth about these murderers is

Depressingly bland:

 

They are people

Just like us

They make their beans on toast

Have cups of tea

Put the rubbish out

Watch telly

Have lives, loves and hopes

But something went wrong along the way

And sometimes it's way too late

Before we find out

And you just can't cope

And then no amount of stretched rope

Dangling legs

Or hysterical pressure groups

Will bring those children back

Or make the world a happier place.

 

Something cracked forever

The sound of a snapped tether

And the silence of something floating out to black, black sea

Never to be retreived.

 

And on hearing it

We're all sad, helpless and pathetic

Because it shows us

We're all at the mercy of random

Death-driven chaos.

 

So there's no need for hope

But no need for fear either.

 

But you'll never tire

Of being frightened

 

Because your life's so fucking boring.