Charlie,
I say again it's like
a prison cell.
I get hell
and unwell
for all of the messes
running through my mind.
Why, why is Diane
bleeding through the back of her head?
Why won't the words type?
Diane is crumbling and slowing and doesn't
know what to do.
But she eats, eats, eats.
Hunger
rolls in
like a caterpillar wide-eyed
ready to vomit larvae.
But Charlie,i said my wish.
Why is Diane puking?
Does she not hear
my cry
to see my prince one last time..?
