| Saturday, April 3, 2010
quick dear,
leave for the safety of death,
for only ghosts are free to do what they want,
flitting merrily and carefree,
when they want to,
wherever they want to go,
uncontrolled by man nor nature,
finally out of that cage of wire mesh,
where repeated pounding only serves to break your spirit.
so perhaps a leap would save you,
and all will be well.
so do it,
make the leap of faith,
down below,
where your brains shall be dashed out for all to see,
and perhaps only then would they see,
the little doll crying out for help,
for all they had given her,
was trampling on her hopes,
brushing away her pleas for help,
forcing her to hide behind the mask,
of oh! nothing's wrong :)
nothing, nothing could ever be further from the truth.
yet no one would ever notice.
so go now, my dear,
die.
the purple piggy oinked 9:14 PM
