HEEHEE.

That was an entertaining waste of time.
Wish I'd used Lascaux so I could sharpen this.
And I think I should fix the mane xD.

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"Animals Housed In the Pleasure of Flesh"

70's crap

doop

poem i wrote.


I left it on.
I left the light on.
Before it was on, I hoped he had gone.
When I turned the light on,
And the darkness had gone.
I knew-
I’d be dead before dawn.

When the cold had come,
When it ran down my arm,
It had come like a shock.
My body was numb,
Like a cold steel alarm,
Bound to the floor.
Though there wasn’t a lock.

My throat had gone dry.
My cry came as whimpers.
I couldn’t ask why
Its face crept upon me.
I couldn’t explain
(Though I try in last breaths)
How it said it would kill me.

Before the sun broke.
Before clouds that were red!
When a surreal being took
My life, I was dead.

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*PS

(flea dreams)

I feel like singing "A very merry un-birthday to me." But without the un. :)