Am 'I So Wicked
Am 'I so wicked
That 'I hold no
Golden ticket
Is. My soul so
Broken
That 'I am only choking
Stones beneath my
Feet Cutting deep
Within my flesh
Carving out the
Creatures test
Am 'I such a mess
That 'I see you all
As trash
Playing in the fields
Of the aftermath
Am 'I so wicked
That 'I don't get
No golden ticket..
Toc tokens upon
the ground
Do you think I'm
Choking now
Copyright © Venita Schindler | Year Posted 2016
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