Your vagueness fills me up.
Your power takes me down.
The reign of your life
tears at me like little
bells ringing in my head.
The mental stability of us
is drowning in a sea
of violent waves of lies.
The number of my cries
overpowers the number of the
little diamonds on your ring.
I can only cry out
and tell you, beg you
to do something about it.
All you do is hide
your flimsy little pig tails.
All you do is laugh with
your little pig snorted snouts.