A fucking flashlight could never get me home again. A thousand candles to illuminate the sky would become a mountain of cold, hard, wax. I would never find the yellow brick road.
She trips on her stuffed bear on her way to the window. Fuck. Her shins scrape on the chair. Fuck again. There's blood everywhere in her room. It looks as if jesus had been crucified here.
Let the maggots be released from my skin. A thousand cuts, a million scars to end a life. And how bout that times I drank that fucking poision, sliding down my throat.