29 December 2012
Stop the wheels
And break the gears.
I don't want to play anymore.
Where has my sense gone?
I knew of these outcomes,
And fell either way,
For what?
A shot at happiness?
Stupid girl. Stupid child.
Belted to tables of thunder,
Foundations shaking loose,
I've got three seconds before
The bomb explodes black.
No, no, I want to be 'okay.'
But it's looking grim.
I have no excuse.
It's just behaviors gone sadistic
And forcing knives down throats.
Put me down. Rabid beast.
Stupid girl. Stupid child.
Low... • Opuss № I