The Child





I’m the child, your my dolls
Pretty dressed in messy stalls
Don’t follow me I’m all fucked up
I’m not smiling my lips are curled
Running here to drink my word
Your Sacred Queen becomes unfurled

Tears streaming from my infliction
What’s wrong with you I’m no addiction
I see how far you’ve come undone
so vein under my influence
Watching you is prime-time fun
Not so easy, look you blew it

Screaming how your so like me
angry you feel empty
wondering who you are
Livid in changes made easy
Wondering never got far
I’ll ease your pain,  it’s so free

Follow here it’s blind obsession 
Further in the wrong direction
I Didn’t mean to complicate things
Lust overcame and I wanted
Gently tugging well placed strings 
I become the child when taunted
  

Created on ... July 21, 2004