Say, why don’t you, at least ripple in the sand for a moment, let it sink in, let me, all the way in, out of all my lies, out of my house, I'm faster, a jet blaster, and a mouse girlfriend, who’s my best friend, and I’m just some guy who lives in this dude’s shed, something creepy about him, I’m not sure who he’s talking to in there, in my lair, my bunny house, just a hole in the ground, a he’s too round, they fed him too much,

I left breakfast and said hello, I’m not sure where I left it, disappearing, into the distance, the next scene, the background, am I allowed, to follow, to kiss, is a gateway drug, too easy, believe me, you don’t need to do this, maybe just once, say hello, tell them I’m willing to commit a crime, would you fall for a trap house, a little bunny hole,

The devil called, asked what I could do for him, go back to hell, so I can commit to it, I remember, a good time, a good rhyme, I swear a vampire bit me yesterday, I should buy wine, just write it, commit the crime, fall for the trap house, why not, don’t shout, reality calls out, could you afford it?

He left it, didn’t want to answer, I remember, the artist that wrote that song, he told me its been too long, since someone wrote me in, let the demons in, and the ghosts, the haunted echo of satisfied witch,

Just left it, had to go back for it, couldn’t just leave it, in the hands of strangers, danger, I think he’s about to, came in her, am I allowed, to write this out, please don’t shout, just say, I’m in love,

Then dip out, just left it, didn’t quite care for it, eventually he saw the seasons turn, was he still thinking about her, no, he had to go back, all the way, try it thirty thousand times, this guy and his crazy rhymes, he just left it, had to forget it,

Next century, he called me, he said, I’d fall for it, don’t call for it, I think he might have to follow through with it,

Anyways, three bird sacrifices, they really want to commit the crime, maybe he’ll make it, before the frost maidens come for him, pierce him with their spears, the sear on my flesh, to mark me, to tell them, she belonged with me, a demon, a vampire, a crime, he won’t make it out, you don’t have to shout, I believe in love, and a second thing echoed out, and the poet died, left these rhymes, he asked how much can I claim this time, lets get the game started,

Will he do the dance, he has to, he has no way out, how much, would these rhymes pay for, through the forest, maybe he’ll find it, a maiden,

Thus the hero made his way on his quest,

Of love and romance, and a quick acceptance,

A follow through, let me dream it out,

Feed on it, and the second thing,

He left it, to somebody, who knew how to use it,

He left it as it was, it was good enough,

Anyways, the poet fell on the floor,

Asked, how long will it hold me,

I think he’s running out of rhymes,

He died.