Ring, ring, around the rosy
They will kill me oh so slowly
Flashing smiles, sickly bright
Cursing, screeching through the night
Bats like candy, wings like leather
I am the dog, they are the tether
Lovely flowers bring May showers
And yet they cannot overpower
Unseen beings force my hand
Bold, old voices do demand
Trapped and lost, no end in sight
As if I seek help for my blight
Independent, prideful death
Of trusting others, I am bereft
Will I see escape or light?
Only if I die tonight.
