I know no one.
I'm sitting in a chocolate room,
with dark chocolate walls and white chocolate floors,
where I'm created to defend that skittles will win and suddenly I feel very alone.
if misery loves company,
then why is no one here with me?
fake sunlight,
artificial leaves-
they can't survive with no soil;
no roots plant in sugar.
they can't grow in oven heat.
they burn and wilt;
the chocolate covers them up as if they were never there.
no presence is known and my brain is bare.
no thoughts left,
no vocals to argue,
no socks to keep my toes on.
my heart hangs by a rope.
it snaps, falling,
from the gallows of love.