[Eyudo]: 725.All poetry index.Obviously insane

insane insane
I want to play a game
it’s called what’s in my hand
is it a knife?
is it a gun?
or maybe you should just run!

insane insane
I’m getting in your brain
I’m like a worm
that makes you squirm
and itch and twitch
and crash and burn

insane insane
I’m finally in your brain
I’ll make you flinch
I’ll make you itch
I’ll even make your eyeballs twitch

insane insane
I want you in my brain
my heart and soul
are in a hole
and need someone new to rain

the end the end
this is the life I spend
now you know
I must go
and follow where the wind goes