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Rated: 18+ · Prose · Horror/Scary · #1332079
I used to write poetry all the time, and this is one of my favorite things I've written.
The beast is coming.
Amazing pressure, Terrible force.
Oh god,
That fucking chicken was right.
Except this time it's not an apple,
The whole fucking tree has toppled onto our heads.

All in all, who would notice?
Temperature rises, wind drops.
No one would know until the final second,
Gasping for breath, inches from death,
Drowning in the damn clouds. Ha!
That would show 'em.

Vulgarity and Obscenity ensue as
We realize that there is no hope.
Your god has failed you.
Your science has failed you.
Your logic has failed you.

Now there is only that sweet onlooker.
The passerby that only passes once.
Her footsteps are shattered glass,
Her breath is a knife to your throat.
Naked flesh, scarred and
Covered in sin.

The sky is falling!
The sky is falling!

All your loves forgotten,
Decency is unknown.
Your will to live drives you,
And just as you cannot hold up the sky,
Neither can you accept death.
You are an animal.
A beast.
You shriek. It is time.
You feel it tightening until your bones splinter.
Blood spills from your mouth, and you
awaken.

Oh god, what a nightmare.
What horrible, reject monstrosity had you become?
Is trust really so petty?
And hope so easily lost?
Let us pray that we never find out.
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