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My Own Personal HellThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Max Booth III | |
| Friday, 27 June 2008 | |
![]() I wake up everyday, And they die a different way,
At first I think it is only a dream, But then I hear their shrieking scream,
And I watch as they sink in the water, Or the monsters come and offer up a slaughter,
Yesterday I was a superhero who had the power to fly, But I didn't have the super strength to keep that nuke in the sky,
I try to save them in everyway I can, But I'm not as fast as that death written minivan,
Everyday it is the same, It isn't fair, I must be insane,
I have the gun to save them from the wicked beast, I can see it running from the east,
But I know it's just a dirty trick, When I pull the trigger and hear an empty click,
The tears hit the ground, When I notice it isn't a dream and the bodies are still around,
Why can I only hear their screams? Why is this devil so ******* mean?
I lay down with my family that are dead, And when I have suffered beyond hours end,
The lights go out in my private cell, And I await for the next day of my own personal Hell. Copyright 2008 Max Booth III |
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