innocent sins in ~ you would have to be half mad to dream me up ~

my cage is calling...from under your bed 'tis the little things dancing behind the twists in your eyes that keep me in...without fanfare and you match every move that spills out of my head with nights i'm stained to the bone corrupt me i'm born...to give this and you.... with an impish grin and some spit on my skin you take on my dreams and you claim them