June-bug03

A little stool sleeping in the corner Is pulled out into the light It feels exposed It's weakened over time Gathering dust as it waits They pick him up Their hands warm and rough Agents he cold un touched surface They place it in front of the couch Oh how he envies that couch It holds the molds of their bodies Has stains on its fabric and some rips on the side Oh how he wished he was that couch They gather around him And he feels their eyes judging him "Its in great condition" one says The others agree that he will fit their needs He feels a sense of pride Ready for any thing they needed This is what he has w

You who call her mom See her as a slave You who drank her milk Now drain her like a leach You who are apart of her Treat her like a stranger You say you love her But the one you love   Can only be seen in your reflection You can love none like you do her And none can love you  as strongly As the one you see in the minor Mimicking your every action Speaking as you do Feeling as you feel Now growing angry Terrorizing the home But with such grace for the first time you catch its eyes Fear overtakes you For you no longer recognize the reflection It reaches you out and pulls you in Drinks from your blood M