Little Tree Gnomes

I know I’m likely to see the little gnomes that live in the frees

They have left their land again and they come to live here

They always ask me to play, often times occurring around midday

They are so kind…as they juggle their knives

The gnomes in the free’s, they tap on my window

I tell them that it’s late, but they continue to stay

T don’t want to play, not tomorrow, not today

I would like for them to just go back to their trees

They only bother me when they throw thoughts from the frees

I’ve already tried to give them what they want

I have found that they are liars and they constantly  pry

Always asking questions and giving me directions

I don’t want to juggle knives but they keep on insisting

They tell me theirs a reason, but to say would be treason

Fine, little gnome, you persistent little drone,

I’ll give you what you want if you’ll just leave me alone

I learn to juggle knives…Its actually kind of fun…

Finally they tell me…I’ve been chosen for a mission

First, I must promise to keep them a secret

or It would endanger my family…

They tell me of the mission, I strain so hard to listen

When they are finished I couldn’t believe all of the bad bad

Things they could see

I agree to help and to keep them a secret

I am so lucky to be chosen by the secret tree gnomes

My mission is classified I let them move indoors

They are my companions…at night they guard the doors

My family can’t see but I understand…

I can’t tell them anyways…

It would ruin the plan.

I train in the night when all are sleeping.

The tree gnomes tell me that sleeping is for the weak

During the day I sleep if I can..

Woken by mother who just doesn’t understand

Mom and Dad tell me I’m getting worse.

I see it in their eyes…I’m a burdensome curse

I can’t work because of the voices…

I’ve done some things, made some bad choices

But now it’s okay because of the gnomes

My family will see once the plan is complete

They will be so proud…

I would tell them now but it would put them in danger

The gnomes reassure me that it will all be better soon

Tonight is the night my mission is soon

I have all the items and I’m locked in my room

Thank you kind gnomes for all of your help

The moment is now…

I am ready to travel

I have the knives around my waste and I’m in position

I know how to travel because I’ve really listened

The tree gnomes are smiling, it’s time to travel.

They are chanting my name as I climb on the dresser

I will see my family when I return

They will be so proud, I’m a warrior they’ll learn

I wave goodbye to MY EMPTY ROOM

Jump off the dresser, the noose tightens so soon

I CAN’T  BREATH, I CAN’T BREATH

WHY DIDN’’T I TRAVEL?

CHOKING I SEE ALL THE GNOMES

LAUGHING…CACKLING

I don’t understand why are they laughing, I’m Dying

I’m Dying, and they are just Laughing

My Parents break in but it was to late

My dead body dangles with knives around my waste.

Pinned to my chest it says I’m a warrior

It says Ill be loved once I fix the gnome border

My parents cry…

I died all alone, there were no tree gnomes and I…

Am no warrior

I’m just a dead schizophrenic kid,

That wanted the love his parents couldn't give

I am dead with demons in my head