I may not have much
Of a soul left,
But it is mine to keep.
Bugger off you wicked
Beast, and let me sleep.
Some tell you to get behind;
You lead others on a leash.
Personally, stand where you want,
Just let me have some peace.
Did you honestly think that
I’d be snared by your offer?
I’m in enough trouble on my own;
I need not the traps you proffer.