The Cat is Dead

by Woodswolf

Everything you are about to hear is one hundred percent true. The Cat is dead. But there are ways in and ways out of everything...

(A/N): This is the story of the one who is now dead.

This is where he lived:

Out beyond the garden

There is a great abyss;

One that time and sadness

Would never ever kiss.

The abyss was white and empty

As uncreated space;

It was an empty filling

For the old forgotten place.

That place is where I now roam,

To flee from where I came;

I've lost the game another time;

It always ends the same.

The one I used to guard

Has been forced into a freak;

The one I tried to save

Now greets eyes with a shriek.

I'm watching at the window,

I see the needles work,

Then they see me, and like that, I'm free

From this life for the worst.

If you have forgotten me,

Worries are not mine;

I've forgotten all of you

And will for forever's time.

I ask you to forgive me,

For I am dead with the gong;

I tried to save the child,

But at least you saved my song.

"I am the Cat," I cry out

To that endless abyss,

But know it will forget me

So I give it one last kiss…

"The Cat is dead," the world says,

"The Cat is dead," it cries,

"The Cat is dead," it shouts out,

"The Cat is dead," it lies.

(A/N): Everything you are about to hear is one hundred percent true.

The Cat is dead.

But there are ways in and ways out of everything...

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