I roll around in my wet, dark room, waiting.
Feeling anticipation surge through my tiny, pink body.
As i pushed with all my might again the white, shiny
Bars of my cage called your teeth.
I feel so pessimistic trying to behave day after day.
Feeling the pleasure of rebelling and telling the unknown
To innocent ears of those who will listen.
All I want is out from behind these Bars of my cage called your teeth.
The rush of cooling vomitting words cooling my back
Is like sweet summer rain on sidewalks in July
New chaos filled my life and i felt complete behind the bars of my cage called your teeth.
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