I survive by snatching breadcrumbs of happiness wherever I can find them I love giving these breadcrumbs to those around me Being able to make people happy Somewhat more fulfilled Maybe even make them smile But now the strangest things have happened A cascading fall of kingdoms releasing prisoners long cast into a dreamland of strange clouds, and nightmarish shadows The cry for help heard around the world followed by the roaring outrage of its noble hearted A plague of misinformation
For some reason the breadcrumbs don't fall from wherever they do, anymore For some reason, I've become thinner Hungrier Now every breadcrumb feels like a feast Every minor win my greatest achievement to date Every loss, a tragedy and product of my own actions and choices
Last night was the first time I found a pile of breadcrumbs Just waiting, with brightly lit lights gleaming off the toasty surface
And last night was the first time That after gorging myself with breadcrumbs until I could no longer eat from discomfort And investing many of them towards my freedom I was sliced open And forced to give them back
And now, I'm bleeding. But the funniest part about it is The hunger pangs have returned And as my sliced belly growls And I swim in the pool I've collected All I can think about Is another ******* Breadcrumb.