She hides in sheep's clothing
Her disguise, slowly decomposing due to the acid coming out of her throat
It pours down into the gutters
Spreading
Continuing on as if it's a disease
Sadly
It is one
My voice hidden underneath the smog of her constant bickering
Her eyes, watching me at every turn
Her gaze burns me
It burns!
Someone help me!!
The sad truth of life is
Nobody ever comes
