Mordecai's Little RhymePitter Padder, Pitter Padder hitting on the wall
It clings to my soul as I fall fall fall
I hear you there, I hear you there calling my name
It echoes through the emptiness of my brain brain brain
He watches me, He watches me laughing away
He knows everything is going his way way way
I lost control. I lost control; Here he comes
You all better start to run run run
Blood drips, Blood drips from everywhere
People all have a great, big scare scare scare
All gone, All gone everyone is dead
He gnawed on your flesh as you bled bled bled
I gain control, I gain control; He falls down
Now it's time to wait for him to come back around
He watches us, He watches us waiting for the day
When he can come out to play play play
Everyone, Everyone start to pray
There isn't much left to say say say
Me...Heh, I have to say I am jealous.
Born a bastard, a mistake, left to rot in the corrupt system. Abused by many in too many ways to count. Beaten down for being different, being crazy.
I can hear them now as I cried and they simply laughed. They moved on and I held on to the past. I lied there at night, crying for mercy as they molded my fate.
I was just a child.....so lost.
I made distance between us. I thought I was finally free, but they just followed. They mocked me where ever I went. The cuts, the bruises, the scars all so real, but they said they were fake.
All in my head....
Called names I never understood. No one ever explained anything. Once they found out the truth no one wanted me.
So young...I vanished into the cold night. The streets were my home. The darkness my blanket, the cold my ally.
Even out there, I was found by them. Mocked, beaten, tortured, and they never left. New ones appeared and they were so much worse...
I wanted death, but I just too much of coward to
Merry Christmas Efil!Gently the snowflakes fall, melting upon the warm glass of the window only to freeze upon its very edges. There icicles form just awaiting the pull of gravity to bring them down. Over and over the snowflakes dance in random patterns scattering across the land now transformed into a wonderland blanketed in sheets of snow. High above the clouds sits the moon illuminating the night. It's gentle rays of light bathe the girl, highlighting her light purple fur along with her yellow eyes. The young lynx sits within the tiny tree house curled up on a small cushioned chair wrapped in wool blankets with a faint smile stretching across her lips.
It seems to be almost like a dream as if she was trapped within a snow globe decorated with a snow forest so calm, yet she knows not far beyond the trees lies a small village where children rest their heads awaiting the morning to peek over the horizon for then Santa would have visited their homes. There they would find an abundance of presents and the tr
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