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The monkey on my shoulders becomes insane
As the serpent between my limbs feels pleasure in vain.
Are you so blind that you can't see?
Your stone-cold emptiness frustrates me.
For I, no emotions you feel
So how could this pleasure actually be real?
Sometimes it may seem as if you care.
This only alerts my heart to beware.
For this is a cold hard life of fact.
Could this possibly be real or just another act?
Or me having a reality attack.
You feel as if your reptilian but can't you see?
This abyss of emptiness castrates me.
The insanity of my monkey grows.
Insane from the pain of your iron rain
The serpents' shame it knows,
But cold blooded, the serpent for emotions cares not.
So only his evil grin he shows.
But sadly as I bear this sin,
I know I will only let it happen again and again.
And what is worse, so do you.