I'm a little twisted
Not at all what you are used to
I am quite the bit more absurd
Look closely into my eyes
Swelled and smeared
I am a foreign object
Twisted into a knot
Seriously anxious
Carry on in silence
Your facial expression
Words a violent lullaby
The agony of the impossible
Precious blows
Where to from here?
I care not too much
Any direction will do
It doesn't matter
Ending up twinkling mad
Yet to vanish
I'm still the same as you
Suppose I wish....
We've all gone mad
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