Fly, fly little butterfly. Fly away until I squish you.
tee hee tee hee
amycus likes hearing little girls scream
ahhhhhhhhhhh! ahhhhhhhhhh!
that's how they
scrreeeeam
hee hee hee hee
he giggles in
the quiet...
look alecto
it's a butterfly
he didn't use to scream as much
at night he used to try to sleep
but now theres no
noiiiise
there's no little girls to
srrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeam
he rocks back and forth and back and forth andbackandforth
and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee
there's no turning back
wheeee
there's no sound
so he
screeeeeeeeeeams
so that he can hear the
sound
of his voice
and he can hear
the noise
ha ha
hee hee
hee hee
he throws his plate against the wall
and oooh noise
oooh the metal is
screeeeaming
but its not like little girls
oh no one screams like them
nobody screams like little girls
he
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
wants their noise, their noise!
he throws himself against the wall
and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
SCREAMS
(his mind had broken, snapped like a twig... no one had been able to put it back together again)
AHHHHHH!