wake slowly...
i don't want to
hear your screams as you
realize
where you lie.
it isn't my
fault that your
little dears are
dying, no.
it's yours.
i see it now
your eyes widen as you
comprehend the
extent of your
responsibility
but there's not much you can do, now
is there
when i have the
keys?
they're looking to you
they trust you to
save
their
lives.
but if you do that
i'll take yours as a prize!
isn't
that
nice?
Author notes
no, i don't do scary. maybe unsettling.
this is from the deep abiding terror that someday i'll be looking after children and bad things will happen.
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- Terrifyingly Scary by Freak-in-BlackJeans.
450 points, ended September 22, 2008, 13 entries
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Umm, yes, well, It wasn't really scary seeing as I hate kids so something bad happening to them is a good thing for me, except if they are my kids , seeing as I won't let them be the assholes most of my family's are... Anyway, yeah, It's okay, but not exactly what I was looking for.
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