| Imp |
| i am like a rat in a trap don't you fucking get near me i will bite your hand if you reach towards me you can't help me now i don't know who you are but i have these beautiful sharp teeth i will chew my leg off just to put a stop to this fucking pain i am like a clown down your street dancing keeping you happy i can distract you amuse you keep you occupied but you can't see my face under paint you don't know what i'm feeling i am walking off i'm leaving i'm getting out of this parade it's over i am like a lie in my room counting and pacing the walls i know how many bricks there are stacked up like burning witches they scream and they cry and finally escape when they die but i remain here, my jailer waiting for the day when i say it's over |