Snout

Under the covers you’re falling

To scar’d for speech   

  I was never meant to have been born

I feel like you’re out of reach

I am the disease in your mind

The pain the anger I’m man kind

You are the trash that’s to have been taken out

You are the pig but I am the snout

 My sense of smell is all to strong

Your eye sight is fallen gone

You’re fear is when I take control

But it’s already happened I’m your soul