creak-
Did you hear the door open?
No, I was in bed
Not even owls are hooting?
They must've realised I've loved them all along....
Just a silent peek of the moonlight keeps check on me
To see me suffer again? Oh that is supposed to be fun!
I forgot.
I'm sorry;
Worry? No don't, please don't.
-flick-
The lamp's gone out.
Oil's run out, it's burnt up, used away
Like it's master, of course
If I'm even capable of this title.
-crack-
The ice jammed on the window's cracked
Digusted, probably.
After all, it had to choose the wrong window
To look after the wrong one.
-flip-
My blanket has flipped over
Tired yet?
Yeah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't seek the comfort of warmth
-dank-
My bed has flipped over, threw me on the floor.
I'm sorry, my bad.
Took you for granted,
I could just, crawl on the floor.
-void-
No sound was heard.
The floor opened, gobbled me up.
No, rather- threw me
Into the void, into abyss
Where i belonged, to none.
Forgiveness, for i existed, my once home.
The lone cabin i was born into.
Stuck out it's tongue at my face
Threw out shards of glass- still those cuts exist.
I broke my bones off, to support, to hold the house.
Mocked me? Yes, those eyes, with disgust. Of course.
Into the void.
