Week #36: You Feel So Lonely You Could Die

No one ever did see you for what you done, what you are. And they call me a coward.

You slither through the worlds, leaving bits and baubs , drawing them in, making them want things; don't even know what they're asking for. You go and steal all the little pieces that make them whole and scatter them about like ripped up pages of some story book.

Nothin' but a rat; always will be. But I ain't a coward no more. Nobody messes with my friend and gets away with it. You don't deserve her. I'm gonna show 'em all.

~o0O0o~

Author's Note:

Disclaimer: Labyrinth (c) Henson & Co; You Feel So Lonely You Could Die (c) David Bowie