Act Five: A Dying Breed Poem by Nicholas Neato

Welcome to my chaos
A twisted little mind
Where unless you open them eyes
No answers will you find
And until you sheep pull off the wool
You'll continue to follow the blind
Your walking the golden paved road to hell
I'll take a path much more divine
You can take everything you want
I'll just take my time
Taking, taking, taking
Their taking what's mine
Punch me, stab me, shoot me
I'll still be just fine
While your scared to even draw it
I'll be rearranging your every line
You laugh only because you think you know
But you'll never truly know my kind

See all of this
See all of me
This is what you wish you were
This is a dying breed