the closet is my head...
so i take a gun and kill the rat thru the door of the closet
and as the door shatters, and the room fills with white light
I see the trickle... the trickle of blood... its frm the rat
and i feel pain for the creature I killed...
and i die frm the sorrow and regret
why did I kill the poor creature... it was just creating a racket.. not coming at me with a hatchet....
I am trapped in this bracket... the door slowly falls open bit by bit piece by piece and the mouse looks at me and says...
WHY?
the meek li'l question passes thru me like a knife...........
and I fly away... far far away
(dead)............
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