do i love my imagination, why yes, i do :)
-eyse glow red-
-fire burns in eyes-
children run away, screaming
she laughs an insance laughter she turns, kneels into her bed of roses and sings quietly
she runs a hand gently and lovingly over her beautiful flowers, with a slight jerk she picks one
and sings where have all the flowers gone while brushes it against her face before picking the petals
the pulp is a fresh, red blood, the rest of the flowers take suit as their color slowly drains with every drop spilled
and far in the distance a child screams in anguish and pain
she laughs a slight little giggle to herself, saying child has stumbled again my loves
poor little dearling
theyve gone and cut their little knee
who knew theyd never fall again?
because they weep blood, her flowers, they feed, and weep
and the laughter peaches!
one cannot forget the luaghter
no no little doves, its manic laughter
all night
-rocks-
all night they laugh that melodious screeching my children
it wont stop
it just goes on and on and on
cant stop
-screams- could someone kill that damn cat -sobs- never inklings
itll never end
blah evil head
but who knew my darlings?
who knew it came for my own throat?
that manic laughter that lasts all night, never stops, never stops
-sings, weakly, shakily, her voise brakes ever now and again from the screaming- where have all the flowers gone
young girls picked them every one
-insane laughter begins-
-quietly, to herself, a slight chuckle-
oh when will they ever learn
-laughter gets louder, she smothers it every once and a while, like its naughty for her to laugh so-
-laughing and wheezing while she sings- oh when will they ever learn
-rocks and claps to herself while saying...-
oh good show dumplings, good show!
roses fade to a dark black husk
girl in white smock sitting in the field
looks around in horror
pain
in loathing she beats the ground
lies down and raves about the little children taking her goslings again
and she sobs herself to sleep, for it all to begin again
-fire burns in eyes-
children run away, screaming
she laughs an insance laughter she turns, kneels into her bed of roses and sings quietly
she runs a hand gently and lovingly over her beautiful flowers, with a slight jerk she picks one
and sings where have all the flowers gone while brushes it against her face before picking the petals
the pulp is a fresh, red blood, the rest of the flowers take suit as their color slowly drains with every drop spilled
and far in the distance a child screams in anguish and pain
she laughs a slight little giggle to herself, saying child has stumbled again my loves
poor little dearling
theyve gone and cut their little knee
who knew theyd never fall again?
because they weep blood, her flowers, they feed, and weep
and the laughter peaches!
one cannot forget the luaghter
no no little doves, its manic laughter
all night
-rocks-
all night they laugh that melodious screeching my children
it wont stop
it just goes on and on and on
cant stop
-screams- could someone kill that damn cat -sobs- never inklings
itll never end
blah evil head
but who knew my darlings?
who knew it came for my own throat?
that manic laughter that lasts all night, never stops, never stops
-sings, weakly, shakily, her voise brakes ever now and again from the screaming- where have all the flowers gone
young girls picked them every one
-insane laughter begins-
-quietly, to herself, a slight chuckle-
oh when will they ever learn
-laughter gets louder, she smothers it every once and a while, like its naughty for her to laugh so-
-laughing and wheezing while she sings- oh when will they ever learn
-rocks and claps to herself while saying...-
oh good show dumplings, good show!
roses fade to a dark black husk
girl in white smock sitting in the field
looks around in horror
pain
in loathing she beats the ground
lies down and raves about the little children taking her goslings again
and she sobs herself to sleep, for it all to begin again