Prize
The cheese, the cheese; give me the cheese
I did what was asked; please, please
Ran the maze and I'd do it for days
My steps may bleed but at least they'll lead
Me closer to the end, tend
Your hunger, you fear monger
Do what you like while my pulse spikes
Needles, pointed prickly evils
Shoot me with shocks, I'll tick like a clock
Then say I'm the placebo just to feed your ego
Pain, a product of my own brain
Squeak or shriek, life leaks
Out my eyes, cries streak cheeks
So, again, I beg; the cheese, please
Just a taste before I am waste
It's my prize, might be my demise
But listen to my voice, at least this is my choice
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