I enter into what appears to be the kitchen
Impending sense of doom has my head itchin
Make it across without any opposition
Open the door to the den, and I can't believe my vision
In one second, I see every detail of the room
It had a sickening color, and smelled like a tomb
The ground became unsteady, somewhat like a waterbed
The phone was off the hook, with screaming voices of the dead
There's a desk of oak, with a bowl of fruit upon it
Behind's a painting of an amish woman in a bonnet
I turn to leave, the door is gone, and my heart stops in my chest
In it's place is a picture of the fruit rotting on the desk
The voices from the phone are crystal clear in my head
Screaming "Seven before two other times, then you're dead"
Turned back to the desk, no fruit, bowl or phone
The dead increasing in volume, but maintain a steady drone
I try to move forward, but slam head first in the door
My hand around the knob. Was I leaving? If so, what for?
Confusion overwhelming, did I walk over to the painting?
Of the amish girl who's now naked, nipples bleeding, masturbating
Barely took notice of the gun in my hand
Pointing it to my dome, about to do me like the man
I broke the fuck out, in that one moment of sanity
Burn this whole building down sounds like the best plan to me
One year later...
I was travelling home with my groceries one night
In front of my apartment, I came across quite a sight
A grotesque beast, with two faces, and three hairs
Growling and glaring at the top of my stairs
Dismissed it as nothing, but a common find
Little did he know there were other things on my mind
Made it in my apartment, the bags slipping from my hand
Rushed to the kitchen, and found a little blue man
Remained rather calm, though my pulse begin to quicken
He just sat on my counter eating my left over chicken
"Sorry bout the food, I should have asked if it was okay"
"Think nothing of it". What else could I say?
We chatted a bit, about motives, and choice
He commanded attention, but with a soft, subtle voice
"Shall we get this show on the road" he asked. In a care-free fashion
I was surprisingly calm, considering the insanity of my action
I went into the bathroom, filled the tub and took hold
Of my courage, then crawlled in, just like I was told
The man jumped into my body, with an eloquant twist
And with razor in hand, I slit both my wrists |
Submission Name: Under the Influence
