My friend, Wicked.

"Back off of me and give me my space" That's what she says.

I'm a mental disorder a head case

Knock knock, who's there?

It's the cuckoo bird that sits up in your tree.

Watching you oh so quietly.

Shall I tell everyone your little secrets?

Let me just give them a taste.

Oh, this lady is wicked.

She spikes her husbands morning coffee with a poison made for rats

She conjures it up at night while he stalks the stroll for walkers

She says "Only rats bring home diseases to their family".

He's slowly starting to thin out and everything from his nose drips into his mouth 

Oh, this lady is wicked

Disgusted with her husband so much she takes it out on her son

Pinches him just hard enough to make him cry while starring right into his eyes 

Never leaving any bruises, afraid that someone will see

She cries to him pleading "I love you'

Oh, this lady, she is my friend, she is of wickedness

Her true secret I must keep.

But her body is deteriorating, you see.

She holds conversations with herself thinking no one can hear.

Repeating to herself her darkest fear 

Her eyes cross side to side.

Her palms clammy. 

I mustn't tell. 

I can only watch her, my friend

Be.

Wicked.