Covered in darkness, the walls closing in
And the cacophony of the emptiness filling your ears
Vague feelings of being lost and alone drip into concrete reality
Escaping from your mouth is a scream that echoes and illuminates a way out
Plowing and sowing the world of sleep
It was hard work, but he was a farmer to his soul
Little furrows stretched to the horizon containing the roots of fertile dreams and scream-inducing nightmares
Lying there, waiting to be harvested
Once he was ready and picked them, Morbius would pay him handsomely for this crop
Wait till the slumbering humans were served these delectables!
Mime time! was her catchphrase
Useless though since she wasn’t allowed to talk
That and she didn’t have the skills yet to pantomime it well
Eventually, one day, she would achieve master-level status and silently scream in triumph!
Making out under the silvery light
Oblivious to the changes I start to feel
Only she isn’t oblivious and starts to scream
Nobody said the dating life of a werewolf was easy
The idea that she was short and stout
Enraged Emily to no end
And she would spout off at the insinuation
Perhaps there were better ways to let off some steam
Other than to give a shrill scream
Though that would tell people that she was boiling hot…
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Howling in frustration at not being able to participate
Abby kicked her sister as hard as she could
That made Matty scream, “Why did you do that?”
Even if I wanted to, Abby said, I can’t kick the whole team
Reactions like that made Matty wonder the border between being a lover and a …
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As I step on the pointiest Lego in the history of Lego
Wishing that I had amputated that limb so long ago
Every day I try to make sure the floor is empty, but I miss something
Still, I keep the light off as I work my way out of the room
Or I might wake her up, and that would be horrible
My foot hits another plastic caltrop and all I can scream in my head is
Everything is…..
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This wasn’t her first apocalypse. Hell, it was at least her third today, but now those around her were freaking out. Yeah, things looked bad, but after all the stuff she had been through this latest meltdown was nothing. She pumped her shotgun with one hand and grinned. Today would either kill her or make her stronger. It was up to her to find out which. She threw open the door and the sun blinded her.
She bolted up in bed as the window shade spun. The stupid thing must have decided to coil up on its own. She took stock of her situation. She was relieved that the world wasn’t going to end, but there was something about being a badass that she felt was missing.
Suddenly there was a scream, a crashing of something downstairs, and then someone crying hysterically. Okay, so this would be her fourth apocalypse today, but she had this. She just wished she still had the shotgun.
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You shout into the wind until you have to steal some or pass out
Every part of your being is still so upset. You bow your head down
Lamenting how life can be so unfair, it almost crushes your spirit
Lifting back up your head you begin to scream once more
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You just can’t make this stuff up
Every day there are more and more idiots out there
Living idiotic lives just to piss me off
Leaving me wanting to scream
I realize this may seem offensive
Now that I utter these words aloud
Give me a break, I know I am an idiot for someone else, so there!
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