IMAGINARY FRIENDS

Do you have friends cause you look pathetic.

I can be your friend but on one condition,

You serve me.

Does the rabbit not want to be with a rich person like me..?

If you serve me,

You get a lot of friends.

A table of friends.

Or a room full of friends,

Or even a world full of people to admire you.

Its a choice,

And its your choice.

Only which you can make,

Will you do it?

*just numb - me*

I am after all a puppet to be played by a mastermind,

I am just a toy,

To be lured by you,

That doesn't mean I don't notice how evil you are.

I wont be the vulnerable be,

For you to pick or pluck me.

You are certainly a friend I agree to have and serve but know one thing,

You are going to regret it.

So beware.

It is like a catacomb.

A graveyard full off bodies,

Maybe even rotten.

Only bones, only bones.

Oh my, Imaginary friends,

You are one to talk.

You don't even know me and you say these things..

*her*

I don't know you,

Oh well love, I am your mind and you think I don't know you.

I created your thoughts,

And I am you.