Ill screams spread from these cracked fingers
I listen to the muse which only I can see
"I is another" He said
I is another...
Dead unicorns line my dreams
Buttons chipped allow a breathe into the seam
Alone like a snake in the brush
Enough may not be enough
I listen to the muse which I only can bear
Time lifts Her head and grins
Hard stares from you are too much to bare
Do you swear?
Therefore the laws of this world are ever changing
But the sins of man, their evils
Are constant and consistent
Be your own angel and your own demon
For there is no one else to blame
When the game is finished and the curtain falls
Don't be weary
When there is a knocking at the door