Furry Art Pile

too much screamin in my head. GO AWAY! I CANT SEE! SHUT UP! now the screaming is gone. i find myself standing in a graveyard. whats this? what the hell? NO! NO! NO! NOT MY FRIENDS! NOT MY FAMILY! NOT NOW! i get out the knife, make a few deep cuts here and there..... i wake up. i walk over to the window. its another rainy day. i go over to my dresser, and take out my dead pet crow. i put him in my jacket pocket. i go outside. i cant feel the rain against my fur. too many dead patches. i walk over to my friends empty house..... i start to dig up the yard. a couple of hours later, i have dug up a long forgotten gift. i open it up.... and inside is a collar, and a razor. i shouldnt give myself away to stupid humans! every time, they take a part of me, so i have to sew it back up. now im a zombie fox. with no heart to call my own. but i am so stupid. i always lend out my heart. this is just another day...... skrew life, who needs it? there are still voices in my head. why bother? thank you for listening! DarkKitsune