Ring Around the...

Ring around the rosy
Losing your mind was never so cozy
Razor blades and red parades
Fishing hooks are the only thing left to hold me

Words are scribbles on paper
Pen bleeds ink like us all
So how many poems do we have to write
Before the lack of blood makes us to fall

Hovering over the city
On fishing hooks and different things
Pretending we aren't a bloody little puppet
Dancing around on bloody little strings

Light a match dear reader
Let heat soak us till we drown
After all the ashes, reader
We will all fall down.