• You make me sick,
    Your mind creates a pool of blood
    You just won't stick
    To my creative voicing mud

    Wake up to a voice so light
    It doesn't convey sadness, but grief seeps in
    She knows what you've done at night
    You cry before she's in the door, time to begin

    He loves, but you hate him for
    The wrongs he cannot escape
    Please hear his screams, in the floor
    He crys for you, yet you endscape