Hide

Where do I hide? Hide from this evil within me like a volcan of digust and shame as it is ready to exlode Do I hide in poison? Poison that drowns me time and time again; but I rise out of the rocky dirt as a dead black rose that pricks my blood that is filled with anger. Do I hide on a park bench? A bench that wraps its metal leg around my broken and bruised body. Do I hide in the land of the dead, as they sleep peacefully? I wish it were me. I sleep in the corner of the land, by an evi tree that bears its branches of snakes and thorns. There is no where for me to hide, but in disgust and evil within my Soul. I just want to leave and hide in a small cave that only a mouse can hide; but, nonetheles, I am surrounded with hopelessness that pierces my Soul like a curved sword with evil teeth that devour my Soul. Help me, someone! I wish I had a Soul that can save me and bury me in that small cave and stay with me and comfort me until this everlastig and eternal dream.