Still do I writhe and Wriggle on your hook, begging For merciful death.
Genius I could have Been, am becoming, will one Day be, eternal.
Serene, twisted smile The fiend beckons me, hints of Mercy, dagger sharp
If you don’t like what I say, I’ll learn better with A good hard shaking.
Still waters conceal Slanders, accusations, the Bodies of the dead
Endless sympathies To those who abused me With good intentions