One, two, three, four,
Who's that knocking at your door?
That stranger you think you've never seen before,
That guilt you painstakingly implore;

Five, six, seven, eight;
Makes you love what those you hate;
Senses coming undone as of late;
Innocent as ignorant as ignorant as bait.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve;
*****, rotten past you try and delve;
Hope of seeing light; lies that you helve;
Nothing but out-of-place dementia to shelve.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen sixteen;
Treacherous words that appear on a computer screen,
Making you think your soul's so clean,
Don't waste your time: you'll just decay and demean.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty,
These wicked foolery has been a plenty;
Mind distorted, assorted, nothing but anomaly;*
The Devil's desert: Sweet Misery.