Three buildings
No, I didn't miss these
The curved road
The way to prison

Sheep at the entrance
A wolf inside
It passes through them in a blink of an eye
Its acting is oh so fine

An innocent angel glides
Staircase marked with the devil's hands
A seemingly dried paint
Staining who dares to touch it

Avoiding gazes
You couldn't see me
A power of an introvert
That is to never get noticed

With a preserved key
Into an unchanging door ****
What is security?
Heh, you've let your guard down

This place is rotting
To the extent that it sent shivers on my spine
Garments still hanging
Even something that was mine

"Sshh!" Quiet baby!
Hush! Don't be too surprised
I am so glad to see
Your narrowed yet rounded eyes

The wooden chair creaks
The once soft sofa is now stiff
Now, now, don't sniff
It should be me, with all these detergent scent

Little cockroaches running around
Hiding, popping in and out of the cracks
With what you said I felt glee
You want to be like them, free

Why just now?
You could've done it before in rewind
How does it taste?
The pain from twenty-o-one-five

Beauty-less vanity
With that can you foresee?
I just unmasked your true colors
Uglier than any other monsters

Ooops, I cut too much
Of what he considered as his "life"
Now, what?
You will never ever be satisfied

He never knew me anyway
How did you like my introduction?
He can't even take sufferings like my way
He turned the switch on

Alas! It didn't work
Of course it won't
Behold! Humanity at its finest
Do you see the laughing saints?

We have now reversed our roles
True, it is quite forcing
You've made me like this for so long
Is it to your liking?

Red, violet, black, blue
The color of the rainbow signifies me
I'll paint these colors to you
See the root of my tree

With your voice
That's already hoarsed
To me it is pleasure
Your nails have to endure

You're holy? No!
Neither I am
Your tea has gone cold
As I dream with eyes wide open

Going home
What is remorse,
When it was what you deserved?
Alarms go off