You're not going to make it right are you

you're stuck like a mouse in a sticky trap

your worthless ego took the stinking bait

leading you in hurried scurry to oblivious


Dead like those open-eyed, still life mice  

sad as the tears of self-pity and remorse

unable to break free, stillborn to mercies

no forgiveness gone away without asking

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