The last rock of sanity has been thrown,
Thrown right through the window of uncertainty.
The confusion has run rampant and depression has taken over.
That one little rock rolls,
Rolls down the hallway of emotion.
The hallway full of grabby hands.
Hands set and ready.
As the rock rolls, two forceful hands catch it.
Hands of Rage and Anguish.
Hands that play a game,
A game of cruel tug o' war.
Each hand wanting to take over.
The pathetic little rock just wants it all to end.
The pitiful rock just wants to be numb.
To be free form the hands.
To be out of the House of Horrors.
And during that foul game of tug o' war,
The sad little rocks' wish came true.
It crumbled into a bunch of unbelievably small pieces.
And it was free,
Free from all emotion.
That pitifully sad rock was gone.
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