Mr. Cynicism (ring 'o roses)

Footprint instantly recognizable  
A human sized trail  
In your wake  
Did they put up a struggle?  
As you discretely slipped  
Fiction down their throat  
'Till you are the ruler  
Of half-alive and crawling truths  
He sets up his piano  
At center stage
Mr. Cynicism plays the
Negatives in your head again  
Pounding emphasis on  
High C's like screaming  
Thorns in your side  
Ring a ring 'o roses  
A pocket full of poison  
You stab at me, you stab at me  
Emotions crashing down  
Is there any human  
In that monster anymore?  
I don't want to know  
Mr. Cynicism is killing  
You softly with
Your own lies  
He crouches, dead-panned eyes  
Scower warily late at night  
Nailing your coffin  
Lined with all the scars
You have caused us  
I'm afraid all your luck  
Has run dry  

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