the fridge, the boy inside it, he died there, and now, it's his home.
his ghost, is in your pants, and in your head.
HE IS SCREAMING!
why is he screaming?
what have you done?
butter fly, dont fly away!
remember when I kissed you as a baby little piller?
oh!!! ohh!!! my sweetest of darlings.
I hope this isn't awkward in the morning.