I dont know where this idea came from, or why it turned out the way it did. Not a nice text, but the reality of the world we live in are not always as nice as we think..lots of bad things happening in the world..Im just hoping nothing like this have ever
10.13.48
Time is ticking.
Opening my eyes.
Tied up in a dark room.
No windows letting the light in.
10.13.56.
Someone entered the room.
Who it is, I dont know.
Im blindfolded.
Walking towards me,
I hear his breath and heartbeat as he comes closer.
10.14.08.
Standing in front of me,
I smell his perfume.
Smells just like grandpa`.
10.14.10.
He slapped my face.
Slapped it so hard,
my nose started bleeding.
10.14.12.
He slapped me again.
I noticed he was nervous,
as his sweaty palm hit my face hard.
10.14.20.
He`s been hitting me sometimes now.
My cheek hurts.
Bleeding from my mouth.
10.14.22.
He stopped hitting me.
Leaning towards my ear,
whispering to me:
10.14.25.
"Now see what you made me do!
Why wouldn`t you just give a damn?
But no, you had to stick your nose where is doesn`t belong!"
His voice were nervous
10.14.34.
His breath and heartbeat was fading.
Did he go away?
Were someone comming to help me?
A tear fell from my eye.
10.14.41.
He was comming back.
Standing behind me,
slowly breathing down my neck.
10.14.43.
"Im sorry",
he said with a nervous voice,
"it all have to end now."
He grabbed my neck.
10.14.44.
"Why are you doing this to me?",
I cried.
He held my neck thighter.
Hard to breathe.
10.14.45.
I felt the rinkles on his hand as I grabbed it.
He choked me harder.
10.14.46.
"You will soon fade away",
he whispered in my ear.
10.14.47.
My face turning blue,
my eyes getting red.
"What have I done to....",
I tried to say as he...
10.14.48.
....snapped my neck,
ending my life.
10.14.50.
One minutte since I opened my eyes.
As my soul take flight,
I see my grandpa` on the floor.
Dead, with a gun in his hand...
-mr.m
06/07/2009
Poetry by Mr.Mist
Read 809 times
Written on 2009-07-16 at 17:24
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Last minutte with grandpa`...
10.13.48
Time is ticking.
Opening my eyes.
Tied up in a dark room.
No windows letting the light in.
10.13.56.
Someone entered the room.
Who it is, I dont know.
Im blindfolded.
Walking towards me,
I hear his breath and heartbeat as he comes closer.
10.14.08.
Standing in front of me,
I smell his perfume.
Smells just like grandpa`.
10.14.10.
He slapped my face.
Slapped it so hard,
my nose started bleeding.
10.14.12.
He slapped me again.
I noticed he was nervous,
as his sweaty palm hit my face hard.
10.14.20.
He`s been hitting me sometimes now.
My cheek hurts.
Bleeding from my mouth.
10.14.22.
He stopped hitting me.
Leaning towards my ear,
whispering to me:
10.14.25.
"Now see what you made me do!
Why wouldn`t you just give a damn?
But no, you had to stick your nose where is doesn`t belong!"
His voice were nervous
10.14.34.
His breath and heartbeat was fading.
Did he go away?
Were someone comming to help me?
A tear fell from my eye.
10.14.41.
He was comming back.
Standing behind me,
slowly breathing down my neck.
10.14.43.
"Im sorry",
he said with a nervous voice,
"it all have to end now."
He grabbed my neck.
10.14.44.
"Why are you doing this to me?",
I cried.
He held my neck thighter.
Hard to breathe.
10.14.45.
I felt the rinkles on his hand as I grabbed it.
He choked me harder.
10.14.46.
"You will soon fade away",
he whispered in my ear.
10.14.47.
My face turning blue,
my eyes getting red.
"What have I done to....",
I tried to say as he...
10.14.48.
....snapped my neck,
ending my life.
10.14.50.
One minutte since I opened my eyes.
As my soul take flight,
I see my grandpa` on the floor.
Dead, with a gun in his hand...
-mr.m
06/07/2009
Poetry by Mr.Mist
Read 809 times
Written on 2009-07-16 at 17:24
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