In the mall
everyone beckons to nature's call.
In the sterile toilets,
strewn all over over are paper sheets and ciggarette butts

A tiny cubicle,
a drama has unfurled.
red liquid seeps from an fresn cut,
she stares at the life-giving blood.

If you succomb,
then my work here is done.
I live from your fear,
and those you hold truely dear.

Back at school,
everything they said to her was bull.
She cries alone,
because everybody hasn't grown a backbone.

Classroom mayhem is always a start,
It's always her; with any luck.
She bears it all,
until she can hold it no more.

If you succomb,
then my work here is done.
I live from your fear,
and those you hold truely dear.