These blackened eyes are yet afraid for they still cannot see;
So then walk around, fall on the ground, and bust open your knees.
Why your hands are shaking fright is taking over your whole self;
Your skin is twitching, brains glitching, captivating health.
Why is is that you feel so afraid?
Or is it just your thoughts- that in your mind parade?
If you don't get out now, you will be stuck inside forever.
But your mind is a mysterious mystery that must make you endeavor.
Before your indecisive mind stops ticking and bursts like a grenade,
The darkness of your bitter face, if not stopped, will invade;
Invade the liveliness of others hearts and twist them into braids.
If they were well, be sent to a world similar to Kincaid's;
But is weren't well, then sworn to tell, then down their lives be laid.