Please wipe my tears of blood. Please come here to comfort me, for I have been cast into a cruel and horrible world--a world which always tries to push me down below--push me down below the scary crocodile pit of dark dungeons--That's the most horrible place to be, mother. That's the most horrible place, you can ever imagine!!!!
Let me ask you---Is it wrong to
smile and be happy?---Is it wrong to be a cheerful child singing
nature melodies in the sunset and dancing to the cowboy's tune by
the light of the moon? Is it wrong to be like that, mother? Is it
wrong to love and be loved? Is it so mother? I don't understand
Now I have really lost the control of my mind, sweet mother as I live in the unknown beautiful fantasy world of yours, mesmerized. But inside, I live in the fear of losing myself and that I would end up in total darkness one day, with my hopes and dreams all shattered and my entire inner universe blinded and destroyed!!!!
It's time for you to speak up
now..I have spoken all that I can speak---I have written all that
I can write...It's time for you to come and comfort your loving
son who is suffering...It's time for you to come, O mother...It's
time for you to come...I shall wait for you all this winter by
the lake and I hope that you shall finally come and put an end to
all this suffering!!!!!
Your loving son,