I've barricaded myself inside this room
Hiding from me
I can't remember the last time
I let the creatures who live
Just under my eyes come out and play
Because someone almost always gets hurt
Because it seems to amuse them
When I wrap my tounge around someones throat
And squeeze
Squeeze until the veins burst
And I can feel thier air slipping away
And I hold them there
Until right before that
Final spark starts to fly away
Which is when I revive them
So we can play again
I've never been fond
Of social situations anyway
It just seems to be the
Price I have to pay
To keep this tightrope balanced
Above the chasm of insanity
I know is below me
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Well, that was a bit...um...different. I'm not quite sure what I was doing in that area of my psyche, but I should probably back away slowley and try to contain my fear of it. When I'm a safe distance I think I'll start running.
~MattMagus
