No, Seriously, the Sky Is Falling
Blood gushes from the seams where the ceiling meets the walls
I hear screams echo past my door and all throughout the halls
Just outside my apartment window, it’s bedlam as the sky falls
Suddenly, across our torso’s, a throbbing pain crawls
Satan’s playing with his voodoo dolls
The blood slides down and creates a pool on the floor
Seeps from under my fingernails just to add to the gore
Up to my knees in thick crimson and I don’t know what for
I can’t imagine the world that paints itself just outside my door
Through the peephole I see... that there is no world anymore.
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2011
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