I do not like this feeling
of thought processes spreading
in my mind,
like a dollop of molasses...

I do not like my temples throbbing,
but I do not like a mess...
this madness will make
a mad hatter out of me,
all my pieces will
scatter for infinity,
the treasures within me
soon lost at sea..

I do not like you.
I do not like you.
I do not like being
pushed to the edge,
I do not like you,
I do not like being
pushed overboard,
I do not like you,
I do not like the thoughts
messing with my head,
I do not like you.

But I stay,
and the owner
of red glowing eyes
surveys from above,
he does not like this love...
It looks too much like loyalty,
so my strength is all taken from me

With a single rip,
perseverance dead,
I am tired.