Tompy's dead and there's nothing I can fucking do about it. I am so frusterated and fucking powerless. My convictions and empathy are useless as this tiny creature crys out to me. It looks into my eyes and pleads for help unil it's tiny crys grow quiet. It opens its eyes one more time but there's nothing left. All of my good intentions are worthless, my soul, my humanity are all trivial.
Tompy's not here to console me. I am not here for any apparant reason.
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