He stabbed me
Straight in the center of my worn yet pure heart
And tore me
Into a million pieces apart
They swarmed
Out from the hills that surrounded our little camp
And I walked into their cave
It was sour, dark, and damp with a stench of fungi
I can be a fun guy!
I told him, a bald bold leader
Drink, he commanded
And held out a large glass filled with cider
I drank it
And they all laughed unknowing of my friends furious wrath
And bore me
Away to where I would never see another day again
That was when
I realized |