Darkness
My house is like a bombshell,
Ticking away at my soul,
About to explode,
What should I do?
The window reminds me,
all I can do it look out,
The locked door,
Confining me to my room,
The only friend I have,
Is the darkness that brings me peace of mind,
Time is ticking,
It seems to be rapid and steady,
Keeping me on my tip-toes,
Should I fight back,
or sit there and let it eat away at me till I'm gone?
I need his help,
Will he rescue me,
from what seems to be my dying fate?
There's footsteps down the hall!
Why so late?
What's going on? Maybe he's coming!
I knew he would, but wait!
It's a girl? With a shiny metal gun?
Pointing straight at my face?
BOOM!
I close my eyes and wait for the blow,
But open them to see him standing there stroking my hair.
The girl laying dead,
In a pool of her own blood.
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