Squeezing my heart with your giant claws
you come to me,The Sorrow Monster
Stepping on my chest with your soft,cold feet
I always feel your presence
it tickles till it hurts,scratches till the skin comes off
little by little-slowly torturing
your needle goes deep-deep into my heart
You taught me how to play harp
made of the bones that belong to bald skeletones
you told me to play a sad melody
till my fingers turn to butterflies
till my eyes turn to sand
till my voice dries in my throat
And maybe then you will leave me
go far,far away to bother someone else
I will watch with hollow tunnels for eyes
how the wheel of time spins its circles
Till the end of everything....
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