I am a physique of challenging thoughts.
Don't ask me to reshape.
My eyes will twitch
And my skin will rot,
And I will fall to the floor in a big blob.
Instead I will turn up the radio in my head
And ignore you sadistic words
Because then they will not have the same affect.
And then I will be the sadistic one
While you sit there screaming to my vacant face.
Then you'll fall to the floor when the breath runs dry.
