November 1, 2010, 6:39 PM
Place me in a box of silk,
Seal it shut so no light can enter,
Wrap it up with bows and ribbons,
Make it look like the prettiest thing.
Write a note,
And place it on the top,
One that says,
"Do Not Open Until Ready"
Ship me off in some random direction,
Do not pay attention to where I end up,
Just be glad your with out me.
For I am a curse,
My own worst enemy,
A body of self destruction,
A poison.
We will never find a cure.
I will destroy all that I care for,
All that I have loved,
Everyone I watch over,
There is no end in sight.
I am the prettiest box,
Shipped with no destination,
With too many senders,
And none that wish to remember,
The contents of this box.
Upon recieving,
All are soon to realize,
What lies within,
A fragile bottle,
With explosive contents,
Soon to cause havoc,
Pain,
Suffering,
And misery to those unfortunate enough,
To open their present,
And claim their prize.
But soon to be tired of,
After realization,
Another fatal gift,
No clear choice in sight,
But to be shipped off,
Again.
I am the perfect gift.
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