With a default emotion of claustrophobia in wide open spaces
Timmy was at a loss as to how to survive in this horrifying place
Normally calm
the slightest threat now perturbed deeply Timmy's head
Perpetually falling out of grace
dissociation was the only state Timmy could lie relaxed in bed
"I want to leave" he screamed at the top of his lungs
but fear of death held him back
and he continued on as if he hadn't had enough
Scared, scarred and terrified
he layed on his back in the dust
Afraid of choking he turned onto his stomach
and into his nose arose a menacing must
The urge of "must flee" combined with the literal smell of something musty
filled the dank room
which was strange since he was outside on a mountaintop
A pandora's box opened up torturing poor Timmy with all his neurotic fears.
Absolute claustrophobia on a mountain top the walls seemed to be caving in
In the middle of nature the scent of Arsenic-cyanide drenched in the venom of a cobra's fangs combined with drano-ajax, carbon monoxide, and 1001 things sure to end this terryifying game.
Suddenly when things couldn't possibly get any worse, a lightning bolt strikes directly through Timmy's heart
Everything he was afraid of
Everything he knew from the start
is affirmed
it is all true
it is all real
and you know what?
for that one second
that one eternal moment
Timmy realizes something
It's all fucking OK |
Submission Name: Arsenic Timmy
