this stuff just won't leave .
it clings, flings
all over, inside, trapped .
it's all a trap
not some fucking mishap .
you wished you wished, you wished,
your eye was pried
open, wide .
black pupils dialate, open, swallow .
honey look what you've done .
Mommy, I saw I saw .
i saw the disease of the man, head
dead .
and his finger tips, rips .
And her legs spread,
Oh how she bled,
And soon she was dead .
But he just fed and fed .
out of the daze grew the haze,
you do not. do .
i pray you are not it,
cookie monster cookie monster,
you might as well been the boogie man .
My dreamcatcher fell,
And I went to hell .
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