Mr.man in the moon
when i call for you can you hear me?
can you hear my words soaked in pain and heartbreak?
Do they reach you all the way up there?
Mr man in the moon can you see the scars i desperately try to hide? can you see the ones that are so deep, deep enough to reach my heart?  scares that have been made for all of my life?
Mr. man in the moon can you smell me? can you smell my liqueur stained clothes or my lips which hint at smoking and drinking?

you sit on your thrown and hear us calling fot you, calling at you for words of wisdom. we all want your attention. So answer us! answer me!
please
i dont know what to do...

what is time?
time is how the gods measure our life's
when we are gone, and their counting us as trophy's
" my human has 10 more years then yours"
fighting like children
is that all we are?
trophy's?
" no, mine has 20 months more!"
no
No
NO
i refuse to be a trophy in someones case
i will take a knife to my wrists and scream as i cut into my skin
" oh no. they're broken, throw them away"
                         well, i would rather be broken then be a trophy