Tears flow when cornered
and as the rat is trapped,
cords swollen into her wrists
as my mother died to rest.
Fallen is their humble red-list
Mark me as the number one
suspect when it comes to fun,
but sick is the trolling
and I do admit this,
I'm doing away with crazy.
Not every-one gets me,
or anarchy of a lunatic.
I'm trying not be be anymore,
deep well of introspection
I need to get better, feel well
before next axed log has fell.