...wringing the neck of merlin the magical puppy...

...



In time nothing appears to retain it's audacity,

We feel our bodies and our grip intensifies,

You want something to hold on to,

And if it does the job well you'll hold on to it closer,

Instincts seem to over rule what we think,

Do we think?

No,

We're mistakes,

The Freudian slips,

We were never meant to remain,

Why do we live?

Why do I live?

I don't know...

I don't know...

In a land where I'm too ugly to do anything,

A  heap that won't accept my thoughts as relevant,

And a pile that doesn't wish to make me feel loved,

Congratulations you're dead in a house you didn't want to be in,

...that was quick...

Why am I here?

Why am I in the hell hole?

I want to be somewhere else,

STOP IT!!!

This is eventually going to lead to a new era of self manisfestionary,

Don't hurt me,

I love you,

Don't hurt me,

Please...

So the fine line has been crossed and I'm left without a thought scattered into a branded field of leftovers,

Hurt,

Ow,

OW!!!

No...

Contribute to me before I class my own acts that are predefined by my own thoughts,

I don't want to live in a bubble,

Help me please,

You're the only one that can get me out of this,

Whether you think you can or not,

All you need to do,

Is help me,

And I'll listen,

I'll smile back,

And if you really want me to,

I'll let you do whatever you want,

And be happy,

NO THINKING ANY MORE GO TO BED!!!!



...good night conscious thought and then eat my own self to across a pendulance that I shall die and hence we shall be the forensics of my own pill...I'm dead...