The pain bled out and venting,
Or the pain you keep on writing...

Your mamma don't dance,
But trust me she can move...

Everything measured and calculated
Thoughts and plans click together...

I was not one born to love felines
I don't trust those sneaky bloody cats...

Release your grip
Step back into the shadows...

Take a chance and try something.
Take a breath, stand tall, be bold...

I can see it,
I can manipulate it with my fingers...

A click of flint a spark so bright
A candle burns within the night...

Little wheels that gently turn
It's what they were made to do...

It's not so late and yet I should be seeking...
I am not...

So once again
The pens in hand...

He walks the streets from dusk till dawn
He has no friends he's all alone...