The Evil Lullaby pt. II

Explanitory Version of pt. I

Somehow lost within,
This toxic spill of depression,
Slowly the skin splits,
Where the knife slits,
Into and forever,
Tricklettes coat the white tile,
I'm stuck in denial,
I have no problems,
I have no fear,
I've waited all to long,
It's been so many years.

Please, hear this if you still can,
Or have you forgotten,
How we used to listion to,
The sound of stolden gratitude.

The evil lullaby.

Ian Robert Potapoff