It's 12:00am, and I'm still awake.
There's something here with me, I can feel it.
It's pulling, and pulling....
It wants me to know it's there.
I think it's evil.
I think it's in the kitchen.
Oh my goodness.
There it goes again, it's calling me.
It's telling me I must partake of what it has to offer.
I, I can't...
No...I'm a good girl.
I really can't.
Why won't it go away?
I wish It would just go away.
It's dark, but it wears a cloak of white to try and fool me.
It's hiding in my kitchen....
waiting for me.
I can hear it....
It tells me that it's good and sweet.
it's scratching at it's box, whispering...
eat me I'm so yummy and delicious.
I'm chocolate, and I have cream cheese icing.
"Be damned you stinking birthday cake,
Leave me....leave me alone I say.
and I'm good I told you."
It's after midnight,
and I've succumbed
to the evil that is
h e l p