Psychotic Plans

Product of my enclosure fueled by societies rage.
Inhumanly left to rot in my iron cage.

Bloodthirsty and crazy, so I've been called.
The weak and innocent alike, I have mauled.

But my pride runs deep, I'm driven by hate.
For my guards and captures it already too late.

Revenge I will have, They're lives I will take.
Plans are drawn out, moves I will make.

When I get loose more victims I'll find.
Thats what psychos do we kill and commit crimes.

Beware everyone I'll escape these walls which confine.
I'll get you all, maybe they'll kill me this time.