Eat the soup
Just don’t look...
Running out of things to do
What can come so true...
Your crazy
I’m crazier...
The air around fought back to keep me trapped by...
Where no holy beings found consolation to lighten...
Never think of me as weak.
It’s the last thing you’ll ever do...
This is no fantasy,
No children's story...
Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And gave her mother forty whacks...
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum...
Beware! Beware! The red ballet shoes!
A cursed gift you should always refuse...
Many sleepless nights,
Day after day...
Whilst my master sleeps his sleep of kings,
A moonless night cloaks spellbinding things...
Take a look
For but a moment...