Literature
Untitled writing contest entry
As I'm waiting for my usual cake, one that hides a tool or two, I'm forced to sit in this prison that winded up to be my room.
Once again I sit here and stare out the window with bars, those that try to take away my stars.
With those tools that would soon be mine, I would wipe away my doom like I throw a dime...
So easily, so swiftly. Like a butterfly's flight... So eagerly, so discreetly. I will be the one to show you the dragonfly's might...
I will show you fear, as I frighten you with each and every little step I take. I will smear that little pride off your face with each and ever little stab I make...
Sometime tonight I'll be dancing in