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POEM 34 - Freak Creatures
I wake on a table,
Open my eyes,
Light shines down on me,
My arms and legs are tied,
I look around,
I'm in a white room,
The walls are padded,
At the window shadows loom,
The door swings open,
Freakish animals step inside,
And all I can do,
Is just stay here and lie,
They stand beside the table,
Freakish eyes look me up and down,
Their bodies cothered by material,
And faces are all round,
One pulls a knife from behind them,
Looks to their comrades,
Then looks to me again,
And begins to stab,
I scream but one holds me down,
REMIND ME TO FINISH LATER ON
 DaleLuck1313 · Sun Apr 01, 2007 @ 05:28pm · 0 Comments |
