2011 - Day 344

Seven shiny suits of armor
Chasing after me,
I'm so scared I run and hide
And in my pants I pee.
If they find me I'll be toast
They'll butter be right up,
They chop my head off gleefully-
Turn it into a cup.
So I shiver where I hide
I hope they go away,
But the suits all have no souls
So they are here to stay.
I hide until I can't no more
Come out with my hands high,
They see me, grab me, extract my tears
I can no longer cry.