Oh, pull on the rein and haul me in. Back to the start where eyes first blink to see. A flowing mane a cut-glass limb. And they're falling soaring so rhythmically.
At the top of the stairs is a locked room. My secret chamber that no outsider views. For entry is forbidden prohibited. Behind this door is my other self.
I know it's all a game. I know they're all insane. I know it's all in vain. I know that I'm to blame. This tearing apart. . I think we all should die.