Alliteration

"Tick tock...

You're not a clock.

You're a time bomb, baby."

-The Format

Lacey says...

Lacey is not lost

Lacey is found

straight

forward

She knows where she is going

Lacey is not left

Lacey is right

correct

true

Lacey is not a lie

Lacey is lucky

Like the color green

Not red

blue

or black

Lacey is alive

She is thriving

driving

striving

hypnotizing

Lacey is loved

lovely

longed for

and looking...

Lacey is alone

Lacey is locked in loss

She is a little lamb

Lacey is lost

I am going fucking stir crazy. I keep pounding away on all the doors I'm locked behind. But obviously I am not pounding hard enough. Or maybe, I'm just not knocking on the right doors. You know you can't ignore me forever. Don't you miss me? Mmmm, I know you do. I can practically smell your lust for me.

Can you feel all that anxiety swimming around inside you? I can make it all better. I can make it all go away. Just let me go. Let me roam. Let me loose. I wasn't meant to be kept in a cage.

Things will get bad enough, soon enough. You will get to the point where you just say, "Fuck it all." Did you really think I could be subdued? Or that I would just disappear? You need me too much. Deep down, you love me too much. You crave the danger within me. They all do.

I'm ready to rage. Ready to fuck shit up. Ready to play.

Knock knock... knock knock... knock knock...