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!
The click of an empty chamber fell upon recently deafened ears. It was finally over, or at least Margret hoped so. Then there was the creak of a door opening downstairs. She dove under her bed. She had dropped a couple of rounds when loading last time. She just needed to find them.
The stairs creaked and groaned as the cause of the noise climbed to the second floor.
Margret’s searching hand slapped away a smooth metallic object. She stifled a curse and pulled herself further under the bed.
The door to the bedroom opened.
Margret felt tears fall from her chin. She closed her eyes and said a prayer. Her hand still searching, her fingers found the fallen round. She slowly opened the chamber and slid it in. She frantically tried to locate her assailant.
The floor creaked.
Something grabbed her ankles and pulled.
She never got to scream.
Silence wrapped its hands around her throat
Containing the sounds that wanted to escape
Racing pulse rate filled in the empty soundscape
Except she was the only one to hear it’s percussive note
As the room began to grow gray, then black
Making a noise seemed the least of her concerns
Jess looked around the room. She wasn’t the only one with questioning what was going on. She had her final exam, but she wasn’t sure what she should do. The professor had joked before he stepped out, telling them to cheat, but cheat quietly.
Jess looked questioningly at Fred. He shook his head and went back to work. Jess wanted to scream. Did he mean it or not? Was this the real test? She wanted to scream!
Eventually she silently just did the exam on her own and left. They all did. No one was willing to take the chance.
Questing for a sign to do the right thing
Unsure where to put an effort
Instead your hands sit in your lap, wet with tears
Everything is so wrong you want to scream
Terrible as that is, you can’t bring yourself to even do that
Languishing in self pity you don’t do anything
You meekly go into that goodnight
Nina looked at her mom like she had just asked the impossible
And if her mom tried to do it, she was going to scream
Plenty of day left! No need to fall to sleeeeeeeeeee