Sickness sliding,
Red and burried,
Underneeth,
and should have hurried,
Blindness.
A stomach turned - oh me oh my
A sight burnt into an overcooked mind,
Living - and she's not about to fail this time,
speaks in riddles, reads in rhymes,
but doesn't hear a single thing you say
and wouldn't give two shits in any case.

This Way............................................................That Way