Im not sure how much I like it here
The lights strung along these walls are more like little blazing suns
and my eyes are unable to adjust to any of them.
The overwhelming taste of frosting makes my nose itch and
I want to go home.
But I cant, because I was brought here and thrown out of hiding.
Like a dog with it's tail beneath his legs I smiled, grinned really, I was grinning like I had gold between my teeth.
And they laughed their fee-fi-fo-fum laugh and I tried to laugh back but,
You know how it goes?
Giants always seem to ****** your breath away.
Maybe its their smell.
In my head I rehearse
Where's the bathroom?
Where's the bathroom?
But in reality I mean
"How do you exit this castle, and are you sure there's no crocodiles in that mote?"
Besides, If you can count the years of my life with candles on a cake then I haven't lived long enough to die here.
And what happens when I blow them all out?
The smoke is giving me a headache, and I can now feel the wrinkles cracking above my flushed cheeks.
Please save me from this fortress of fumblers because
I want to go home.