sick

I'm sick, you know,
A little girl
I play with fire
Cobwebs on my hands
My eyes roll back
My jaw hangs loose
I dance around
This fire
This burning bush
I play with danger
I howl to the night
I am disgusting
Filthy, you know
Stay away
My mind is
My permanent cage
That's something
You cannot change
A heart can melt
Personalities change
But a mind
No, a mind
Is forever.

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