The Skeleton Key
Have your past ever been so bad, that all you want to do is lock it away,
Lets introduce,
Street walking, and deadly talking,
pain and several loses,
Lock it away, send it to me, No keep it, its your......
Skelton Key,
Human souls buried away,
Angels called home, demons stand about in your face,
Victimized, a suspect in their eyes,
Souls burned alive in the pits of the streets,
Funeral cars stretches miles like a parade,
I have committed the crime of a bystander,
I feel terrible.
The past is terrible, where is that dang key, I need to lock this pain away,
I know I can try to stop this but I decide not to, its like a drug, it gives me a maniacal rush,
Why I do not know,
red paint spills on the street, zombies and vampires drain the life from the Earth itself,
Trapped souls cry out, begging for help to escape the null void,
I close the door holding it, trying to lock it,
boom, I am knocked on the floor,
The past come flooding back in,
Tears roll, flooding my surroundings,
Suicide, murder, attempted, assault,
I have committed all of the crimes, to self and others,
911 its me,
Hello? what do you mean,
I have figured it out, its me.
I have found the key,
All this time, I have been looking for the key to my past all this time and its me,
Pull out the blade, pull out the gun, pull out something,
The time is coming,
911 its me, don't come looking, you will not find me,
Where are you sir, what's going on,
Granddad I'm gone, do not report to the scene,
I pull out the gun, we are our own.....
Skelton Key.
Copyright © Rasean Donald | Year Posted 2016
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