Sirius Deng

Mrs. Parmer
British Literature
3/10/2015
Senya
I know I am the a monster of temporaral jointing of minced meat.
I born in a laboratory where is disappear in passing time.
I hide myself in a broken house carefully in the forest.
I don't think someone will open that old door accidentally.
You intrude on my world in this room, with two eyes in perversion.
Your graze covered face is full of tired.
You suddenly hug me firmly, said except me,
Your world is occupied by the sick minced meats because of an accident.
I dont know myself in your eyes.
I only know we live in this small house with satisfaction.
I understand your pain when you meet your meat friend.
However I fall into your love and never want stop this precious gift.
Your step, your barrette,the night you come to my house,
I give you my food, my bed, my love.
You told me the best thing of a day is going home.
I also understand how I value this relationship.
However my curiousness kill my dream,
I know what I don't need to know.

The neighbor living in the left mountain, before it become my breakfast,

I do a dangerous operation on his brain to make it like yours.
He is crazy to desire me at once.
I am so afraid about this shocked truth.
Dim moon rose from the faggy,
In my love you already slept.
I closed your beautiful palpebra.
I kissed your peaceful face.
In the morning with little bit sunlight,
You will notice this letter, my last information for you.
I pick up my simple luggage,
Walk on the muddy avenue.
I don't want to see your sadness.
I also don't want you know my real looks.
I have a treatment for your disease but I cant make the memory blank,
Please forget this sad and absurd place.