I write a tear scented by an exploding flower wrapped in brown with a pretty bow Who it's from, you would never know Tangent circles, a rap on my knuckles was told But I've missed that point, I've long missed that point! my own embrace I dearly hold I taste that salt and fear that fright I'm an eight year old with a chucky syndrome but then i wipe me clean and be the queen save ten seconds and i'm back to being old you give me my bread!! and water me down i'll count the clocks as they chime their dread grow the fat, kill the lust ugliness is heaven behold