I remember how I was once lonely and bored Bored and stupid and only good for a false love I poked a sleeping bear and it dragged me into the depths of the deepest pit which I dug for myself I couldn’t scream or cry out when it tore me to shreds I stopped being a person and became another drop in a sea of bodies When that was done all that was left of me was a pile of bloodied debris Every man’s words which I could not fire back at only served to set my remains ablaze And I silently wept knowing it was all I was and all I was good for. I wish I was still lonely and bored.
