• The thought of opening up makes me paralytic
    With spikes outside feeling almost magnetic
    The ebb and flow, I can't seem to digest it
    Away from what I know, I won't invest a split
    Still reeling back from a long-ago hit
    Although there is one thing I feel I must admit
    I pulled the trigger and I took the punch
    I steamed my self and served me up for lunch
    Still amongst my garnish I did hide much
    So spikes of my own you did unknowing munch
    Then you did speak with your bleeding gums
    As I counted up the increasingly forgotten sums
    Now I stand here holding twice the cards
    Left in the shadows where you thought to discard.