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WaitingQuietly waiting Breathing growing sharper They can hear me They're going to open the door Any second now I can hear them Their boots on the stairs Feel their prescence In the claustrophobic pressing air They're here They're coming to take me away Stifle the nasal intake Push it deep deep down To join the waiting scream inside I can feel something It's them With their white coats and their hypodermic needles If I close my eyes They can't see me They can't find me Getting slowly onto my red socked feet Towards the badlyWaiting
by ~PoetsofTheDoomed
Streetlamps and StormsThere’s a storm brewing behind theStreetlamps and Storms
western highlights of my last setting sun. Sunlight streams upon our photograph of lies, betrayal, masks. I get angry and you get revenge. It’s how things are, or
maybe I’m just fatalistic. It could be called defeatist but I prefer to believe I’m winning our war. Fake affection, fake lies and a driving licence stuck onto a wall. Fiction doesn’t mix well with reality. We’re like oil and water as I hallucinate us some more happiness,
cocktail mixers and additional glittering lights.
Night time again and as the cold set
by ~PoetsofTheDoomed
fear of the darkSetting a date got the big plans and the time in our hands but now the second thoughts:fear of the dark
"Well that neighborhood isn't what I had in mind. I'm feeling quite uncomfortable, I'm concerned about my safety, I'm..."
Revisited time and gain they hook-bait-line you with with the hype. It's too bad there's not a switch to tune out the city's stereotypes and bring you back into the real world because this debate is polluted with 20 second sound bytes and loaded words.
It would be nice to see eye to eye but you tie your own hands you're s
by ~PoetsofTheDoomed
The Resourceful EmployeeSmall square Formica yellow tables line the walkway to the kitchen’s door behind the door lie a thousand tools for shredding, slicing, chopping, dicing I, the resourceful employee walk across the sticky floor to spay my hand upon the metal swing door, fairly near the hinges and smile as it swings slowly creaking like clichés behind the horror movie’s broken door.The Resourceful Employee
A teenage employee stands before the counter her hair slicked back into a yellow hairband humming slightly as she slices cheeses a glittering knife gripped in her efficient green gloved hand, slicing
by ~PoetsofTheDoomed
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