". . ."
wormwood
...these little nothings are tugging at me so
an inch in every direction though
only pulling at the seams long enough to
squirm, twist, and turn their way through...
...happiness, an angel so gun-shy
she'll vanish when coerced
yielding, just to say goodbye
heal me, i'll be the first...
"...i wanna throw this devil down
i wanna go the monster now,
i wanna know the way around
cause i am coming up and i am coming back..."
oh, what's become of me now?