LadyDee17

The ominous sounds The chirping, the cooing, the whistling systematic sounds of darkness, I hear them every night here the sounds these sounds are my comfort in the cold when the wet caress comes to claim my consciousness will you leave me to rot, along with the sounds? Afterward silence takes over All else is quiet infinitely The passageway is closed off all I have are these blank walls my four white canvases, forever clean I miss my only friends The sounds, these sounds my only comfort

Can you hear that? The sound? The sound of a broken heart? It won't be put together with tape and glue I'll let it rot and blacken inveded by maggots and cobwebs There is no maid to clean the disaray All I cna hear are the sounds the sounds of crickets filling the void scarring the silence away till Death's cruel hand, my absent lover snatches you away.

Little lady please don't take that tone with me don't talk back and sit proper Little lady know your place don't speak untill spoken too and wait your turn be resepectful and curtsy use your manners, please and thank you act like you belong here because everyone knows you don't when you walk, when you talk we all can tell you don't belong here you are not one of us