It was that time of day.
I'm not here to teach.
Mix it all in with amonia and bleach.
Poisonous sensation.
I don't care about caring.
Lost for hours staring.
I think that I made it up.
I think that I was a screwup.
Tenuous fixation.
Was I just hearing things.
Played you out wrong.
Different things, different spices.
I'm not picking up the glass pieces.
I can't make a decision.
Severed for an exploratory incision.
So choose your poison.
And your path.
I think that I made it up.
I think that I screwed it all up.
You won the game.
I'll never be the same.