Gripping cliches,
Do I know her...

Mothers love,
Well not always...

Whats been done again,
Round and again repeated...

A ghost in the fog is all you need,
Instinctively follow deny the footprints...

Slit my throat,
Open it up...

Come I invited you,
Dont be rude again...

Its funny and I laughed,
Only a small contemptuous snicker within...