This poem is called Child's play will never be the same
Crystal meth of the mind,
Pain.
Beyond years and years of one second frame,
Pleasant wreck to set time,
Frozen.
Predawn fears of fears who thinks you're the same,
I'm beyond words of shame from this game you have so pleasantly predaned,
A mock of your scrutiny protruding through you're...A-hem, brooding. And how dare you preclude your judgment. Are you vile or just in denial?