Your eyes are made of acid. And tongue is sharp with spite. Attention whore with too much pride. You'd fucked the reaper (Not actually) cause you knew your time was coming can't you see. Either die at 12 or 90-fucking-3!

He'd do anything for twenty bucks. Sell his sour soul. Cause lemonade is bitter till you sweeten up the bowl.

Crying citrus tears, Everything you used to love decayed over the years.

It had, I know. To be such a creature to be wanted... Used... Deceived. To love something who can absolutely obsess over you in an unhealthy way.

That probably explains why you're caged up, In a literal cage... Like a bird. Hands around the bars as you look down at the human. Taking every little part of you to admiration.

"... Let me out Stanley!" You cried out. Your saddened tears welling down your face. "Please?"

"No. You'll just run off like the other times." He hummed out, Tilting his head to the side.