Aghast

Oh, come. Merry Christmas. Yeah. As I lay down and close my eyes, I can hear a world

filled with children's cries. It's all just a dream or so I'd like to smise. But then I see the

machines falling from the skies and the ghastly hands that grasp for help. I remain

relaxed, act as if I hadn't felt them at all. This dark dirt road is lonely. It's crowded

with abandoned spirits. The path is haunted by everyone that I've ever loved behind,

they implore me to turn around, go back and return to them. But I will not stumble as

I forward skeletal birds held in place by spider webs suspended perch still upon

thorny bony fingered branches. One dead eye moves to watch me traverse forward.

A puff of dust plumes. It bulges and pops. Then a centipede crawls from the socket.

As I lay down and close my eyes, I can hear a world filled with children's cries. I'm just

a dream, or so I'd like to surmise. But then I see the machines falling from the skies

and the ghastly hands that grasp for help. I remain relaxed as if I hadn't felt that

matter. No matter how cold it gets, I would never want her back. I chew my own leg

off to get out of that trap when her mouth runs, it doesn't stop when she starts

talking. I stare at the clock, praying for the end of days to begin. Her and the slew of

useless words just get under my skin. I seen Daddy Long Legs cheque the pollen on

the thistle then wait to hit the next bumblebee like a missile. As I lay down and close

my eyes, I can hear a world filled with children's cries. It's all just a dream, or so I'd

like to surmise. But then I see the machines falling from the skies and the ghastly

hands that grasp for help.