Off With The Head

I burn incense in my room,

I hide masks under my bed.

When the first rose blooms,

Off with your head.

I switch up my tune daily,

I rewrite all your lines.

Violence does not phase me,

It is just a pantomime.

I drink molten wax,

I turn it into eulogies.

My stories never track,

And neither do your apologies.

I burn incense in my room,

I hide masks under my bed.

When the first rose blooms,

Off with your head.

-Jackie