The Plea of Insanity

Is there a need to plea?
Bones crushed, eyes with blood turn grey.
Oh my, oh my, is there a need to plea?
I followed her home; it was a need.
Oh my, oh my, why get on my knees?
I'm not shy, with a sharp knife.
Oh, why do you need me to plea?
Is it all in my head, that dream of torture?
I woke up in bed, drenched in blood.
I didn’t believe it to be true.
I'm so new to this.
Am I supposed to laugh when asked why I killed her?
Tied her up and whipped her, making her plea not to be killed.
Oh my, was that me in the video, putting her in the car,
Leaving a scar that will never heal?
Sealing her mouth shut with duct tape so that no one can hear her screams.
I've been deemed insane.
I don’t want to plea.
Is it true I dumped her body in a lake full of blood?
Bodies fill the ocean, but I don’t remember killing them.
Is it true those dreams were reality while the reality was a dream?
Oh my, oh my,
Why would I plea?