I write this to tell you.
Not of my struggles
Nor my sorrows
But as a guide
No!
She's an ignorant, vial girl
Too sweet to know the
Bitter tang of life
Oh, don't mind him
He simply adores to quarrel
With us
We mean no harm
But that idea is above her head
Wait.
They want to kill me
Don't listen to their
Twisted mind games
For they reach towards your
Pure white soul
And taint is with--
Never mind her harsh
Warnings of air
Come to us, child
And feel the soothing silver trim
Like a blanket swaddling you soul
Don't be stupid!
They come to harm
Leave me with this burden
And fly far away
Wait, what are those
Oh so lovely capsules
Powder of purple, white, and red
Perhaps one might feel swell
Finally, I am me
But now the lonely abyss
Of my mind is all I have
My body numb to the cold world
My mind blanker than nothing
Maybe I should just sit here
And wait for my company to return
