it went a little like this, again.

Do you ever get that feeling
that you're putting in too much
to see that a burning light
in the cellar in the still house?

I've got a secret -
you probably won't agree
because I've got a problem
about the way you've extracted me.

Bribing me with words
won't make it ok, this time.
This time.
This time.

Hot points in my eyes say
'Stop looking for something that you'll never set your glassy eyes on.'

Thanks for your lack of input.
It's not like I needed it.
No, I didn't need it.