Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Zoo
The zookeeper forgot to lock the gates, now the angry animal has escaped,
where is it, no where to be found, it is hurting the innocents and murdering the rest.
The living has been cursed by the beast, now in the special zoo made by the master,
moans deaths and licked tears.
My beautiful mother, I remember her,
she died sad and buried with my childhood with her.
She is all eaten to bones, so are my struggles to remember
the little me she once raised.
I played the living game, I made THEM laugh and inside I bled.
How long could I keep this act,
I must escape not soon but NOW.