i was 9 , i looked at thew same cobb webb high in thecorner for the whole time it happened , i didnt cry nor did i tell , i kept my word as i was told im special , i am within a community for life , all know of the knife , dark nights with no light, capes draped over heads , when im old ill feel dead , alive in knowing my past did the sewing of lies , never seen through eyes as i keep to be alive , belive it never happened i briefly become alladdin , flying high on my rug , only time my soul has guts , i dont exist now , your the 1 reading my how , better off dead like the old man said