Blue full moon candy on my tongue
Makes me smile insane like everyone.
He looks like a cyclops with the smirk on his face,
Saying, who's gotcha now, who's got the key
to this place?
You think you're in control cuz your head is attached...
But the fire will only burn when he lights the match.
He gives you the shakes to remind you he's here...
Squeezing your chest, binding you to fear.
You will need him, you will heed him,
Cow-towing to all he tells you.
Listen closely, he is whispering
We'll be so dependent...us two.
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright November 2009
rewritten from a partial poem in 2003
yeah and autobiographical