Mistakes
AN: Can you guess who, it's a mystery...
11. Feature Presentation
Lapping up poisons with a twisted grin.
The curtain are drawn; we're ready to begin!
Close your eyes, child,
for you might be afraid,
you're the result of mistakes
your mother and father made.
Focus on the spotlight now,
the white enchantress lies within -
I know your hands want to travel
'cross her creamy skin.
See her niave protégé,
the tight-rope walker of fame!
Worry not if she should fall,
it's you who'll get the blame!
Watch the balloons flying away.
You can't reach them, you never will!
Do come back tommorow, child,
until your hatred's had it's fill.
