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-Phase One: Loneliness-
Sugar, sugar,
Sweet as he.
Not until five a.m.
No Sir, thank you Sir,
I kiss you on the cheek.
You'll never know
My loving embrace
'Till it's returned to me.
He loves that one;
It disturbs me.
Don't ask me why.
I don't know why.
Or what
Or how
Or whom.
So shut up.
I happen to like my
Dark humour.
Thank you very much.
He gave me the names,
And I shall use them
In my god-complex.
What a good game
To play.
Can you rhyme?
Can you follow?

-Phase Two: Anger-
Put the bottle down
And follow me.
Trust me.
I know what I'm doing.
I'm pissed
And I'm ready
To attack and beat up
His ******** fat a**.
That douche's goddamn critisism!
Cough up your critisism,
b***h.
Let me help you with that!
I'll shove it up your a**!
Oh, just bite your ******** tongue
Why don't you?
Blood should be
In the mouth
Not in the veins.

-Phase Three: Insight-
She'll never forgive me.
Oh, she can act the part,
Put on a fake smile,
And pretend she's ok,
But I can see the hurt.
I can see the hesitation
And fear.
And loneliness.
I feel it, too.
I'll tell you, doll,
You look beautiful today.
You're always beautiful.
Not in how you look,
Or what you say,
But in the way
That you are.
And I'll always love you.

-Phase Four: Inspiration-
The colours fall
Like snow.
Let's see it
In three minutes.
Keep counting.
Just a fleeting thought.
Have faith
It'll come.
Does He live in me?
Build God, then we'll talk.
I pray and
Wish on the clock.
Can you mirror your words?
Mirror the song?
Mirror me?
Htiaf evah.