It is like the stabbing of a million knives
It is like a snake wrapped around my torso
The hypnotic power put over me
When I have no control to speak
The words spoken in my mind are not the words that flow
That is why it is a trick
Nothing but a disguise
One that you can't see
Because once it has been stepped on before
It cannot be stepped on no more
You can not get juice from the seed
Only the fruit it self
So now I become
One less
Broken
