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THE END...
It began one night
I was drunk and obscene
I fell and hit my head
That’s when I had this dream
There’s a bluish-gray fog
Bellowing thick and it stinks
Engulfed in terror and fear
I don’t even want to think
But I can’t Help it~~I Must!
For this all seems so real
As I push away the fog
I greet eyes Cold as Steel
Then a hand unfriendly and evil
Bids for me to come
I hear Moans~~Groans~~and void requests
To the beat of a monotonous Drum
I walk steady and straight
I feel Lost and Alone
Not a Soul is in sight
I’m strictly on my own
With no clue of where I am
I stop a while to think
this doesn’t make sense
too many missing links
I continue slowly to follow
A pair of Yellow Eyes in the dark
Our journey seems so endless
Suddenly~~A Spark!!!
Fire I yell!
Someone put it out
Then I realize what is happening
I know what it’s all about
Oh No! I’m in Hell
This just isn’t fair
I’m a good person at heart
Sometimes I even Care
What am I saying
This is merely a Dream
My drunk buddies and Me
We can still be redeemed
I observe more intently
As the ugliness unfolds
Gross Demons, monsters -n– things
Innumerable Lost Souls
There’s a cry! Then a Scream!
I hear gnashing of teeth
Pleads of Remorse
proclamations of Belief
Souls weeping and wailing
Till they fall to their knees
Satan taunts and he jests
Says, “I’ll do what I please”
But Wait!
The madness grows worse
Now serpents uncoil
The humidity is Climbing
O-O-O I’m starting to boil
I run frenzied and wild
Much deeper into the dark
Until I make out a Light
I don’t think it’s a Spark
It’s the silhouette of a Man
I hadn’t noticed before
He’s saying, “Come unto Me~~
For I am the Door
But confused with distrust
I knew not what to do
So I refused His bid
For surely it was a trick too
I ran back into darkness
No time to waste
Didn’t know I’d turned down
My only escape
The light then vanished
as quickly as it came
Oh how stupid I was
I thought it was a frame
Now my heads really hurting
Is it possible this isn’t a dream?
If not~~ I’m stuck here forever
lost my opportunity to be redeemed
foggy head ~ I’m hung over
a clue~~this is no Dream
How could this have happened to me
I feel like I need to Scream
As you probably now suspect
I spend all of my days and nights
Pacing in and out of thick Blackness
with no Hope for me in sight
SyD ©8/89
New Poetry by S y D