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She Said - Poem
Looking around with no place to go,
Time stands still, moves so slow.
Looking for a place to hang my head.
Without you, "life is..." Thats all she said.
Sands of time, blown away.
Hate decayed, lies rotting.
Hearts left broken.
Words left bleeding.
Hear her calling my name in the distance.
I find her, torn and broken.
Take her in, soak up the pain.
See her cold lips, and dead eyes,
Stare back at me crying out.
Darkness once enshrouded my life,
with her in it, surrounded by light.
Screams of Rancor
Screams of Rancor, eyes full of hate,
Sends chills down your spine.
Paralysis sets in bodys' gone numb.
Life but a secreting memory, used against you.
Your lies twist and turn as your body dies.
No sense in trying now, your as good as dead.
Lay upon this bed of razors as they slice your feeble flesh.
How sweet the sound of the razor caressing your back.
Your lies hung high like the tension between the two.
Pain so immense you cannot speak.
Life but a fading memory as you slowely fade away.
Subsequent to the one you once had, the life you have now is nothing.
You lost that, you lost it all. once high and mighty,
Now face down in the dirt, taking the shit life has delt,
you dont fight back. You try to rise but fall harder.
Pretty soon you'll be six feet under with no one to give a fuck.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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