Secluded from community,
you like your dark corner, don't you?
Tiny plush rabbits.
Ankhs and chains.
I'm still living,
don't put me in this box.
Madman!
Eye-like windows blink.
Boredom.
Where do your daydreams go?
Paint a gloomy hallway,
with an array of colors
(it doesn't matter how it turns out).
Say the pledge.
After all,
it's fun to talk to cloth.
Raise my hand,
I don't know the answer.
Blue eyes,
animated expression.
It's never too late to lie.
Sentence number five
speaks of deficiencies.
Why'd you read it out loud?
Fates, families, and mansions.
They affect eachother?
Sprawled on a couch,
she's had another attack.
She's still breathing.
Oh well.
Pick up your shovel and dig a grave.
It's good for you.
