Wound up tight like cotton on a spool.
Is there an end to pick, pick free.
Do you see a monster when you look at me?
A serpent headed beast set out to destroy.
I am the saboteur,  the destructive attic mouse.
You're patient, I will give you that...
Mood tempestuous as the seas, but you cannot swim.
You won't float in me .... You have no anchor ...
Down like a stone you will go .....
Down to murky depths you never did see...
The depths of me...