City of the Dead
Crawling gingerly over to the corner, you wait for the tears to burst from your tear-ducts. Moments later they do, and you rest your head in your hands. Something is kind of wet beneath you..
It doesn't matter. You allow your emotions to overwhelm you, consume you, as you sit there allowing bitter tears to roll down your tender cheeks.
You never realize what the wet thing beneath you really was.
It's infected bio-mass.
It consumes your body, and the toxic waste takes over, the room begins to twirl around you..And you begin to feel as though your sanity is..Out of control..
Drawing a crude depiction of yourself with a fragment of chalk..You never remember who you truly are..And sanity has left you for someone else.
You shuffle now, and see Cornbread lying on the ground.
You do not pity him, nor do you believe that help is necessary.
He is a delicious little freak that doesn't deserve to live..And how you desire to watch as his blood begins to leak....
It doesn't matter. You allow your emotions to overwhelm you, consume you, as you sit there allowing bitter tears to roll down your tender cheeks.
You never realize what the wet thing beneath you really was.
It's infected bio-mass.
It consumes your body, and the toxic waste takes over, the room begins to twirl around you..And you begin to feel as though your sanity is..Out of control..
Drawing a crude depiction of yourself with a fragment of chalk..You never remember who you truly are..And sanity has left you for someone else.
You shuffle now, and see Cornbread lying on the ground.
You do not pity him, nor do you believe that help is necessary.
He is a delicious little freak that doesn't deserve to live..And how you desire to watch as his blood begins to leak....
