Faith is believing when u can't see thee, u can feel the wind blow but u can't see breeze, feels like I'm drowning at sea, my life blows while 2 others life is a breeze, no tricks, I have 2 roll up my sleeves, always awake with no sleep, but I still day dream, while living a night mare, it all seems so "un"-clear, sometimes I wanna explode like I'm "nu"-clear, and make it all clear 4 me 2 steer, instead of driving me crazy, speeding past the red lights that appear, ignoring the stop signs, paying the brake no mind, spiraling out of control until God gives u a ticket that says its ur time, u hear a chime not ajar door, God roars and sent the elevator 2 the bottom floor, devil says welcome lets have a tour, God told me good deeds u failed 2 perform, so he sent u 2 me, but I must warn, the climate here is different and it may get a little warm.............. and ur soul mite get a little worn, things mayb become torn, and flames may come in swarms, but believe me down here it never gets boring, or silent, u can hear the screams pour in, don't mind the wet floor that's jus blood pouring, its just like water, but thicker with red water coloring, but ull get used 2 it trust me, it won't b all smiles, and judging on wat God told me looks like u may b here 4 awhile, yea I kno erbody here says they didn't get a fair trial, said they tried 2 walk the str8 and narrow but kept trippin over broken tiles, and no matter how far they walked God added more miles, and the load got heavier and heavier and he added more and more piles, but theyre here with me now with desparate plea's, and screaming no! And please! while reaching, they beg 4 mercy now, but b4 said livin rite had no good reason, the heavy hearted were denied wings, couldn't hold them up in heaven, they questioned y? As they're hearts were broken into seven7, I've lived hell on earth, and ur saying I can't get into heaven?.....But enough about them......wat about u? Another tormented tortured soul that had no clue? Y so blue? My demons go out of they're way and r very painful.... I mean helpful, oopps I need 2 watch my words more careful, O those stairs? U ask? What r they 4? O no they don't lead any where......don't ask about them any more, don't try and explore, it leads 2 trouble like curious george, and plus it always killed the cat,who had 9 lives and u only had 1 and can't afford...
A contest entry
- Dead Poet's Society (the awakening) by Dark Otter.
1000 points, ended July 23, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Interesting and creative!
Who's the monster? It doesn't quite fit the prompt. But because its unique, it will be given its consideration. I like your form and your storytelling. Its dark and dreary just the way I like it.


