If you existed,
Would you look at me as a future image of you?
If I prayed,
I would drop to my knees and beg and plead for you to be shielded,
From the twister,
Encased in these four walls dripping with snake's venom.
I can almost hear your inquisitions.
Why are there red lines on your wrists?
I found broken glass in your dresser.
Why is there glass in your dresser?
I pricked my finger.
Because curiosity killed the-
Cat scratches, honey, they're only cat scratches.
I'm being questioned for crimes I committed against myself.
I'm on trial for being suspect to your innocence.
You're just a little girl, playing detective.
But I have more than one secret: the world will always be a mystery.
With each deflowering,
You will be looking for clues to get to the bottom-
Of a bottle.
And I thank the nonexistant God that you are only a hypothetical.