A Quick Escape
*New poem as of 8-19-04
Working Hard,
Earning my pay.
One more hour,
The end of my day.
I drive to a home,
To see a girl.
In her arms,
Our love will unfurl.
Enter my key,
Open the door.
My bones and back,
They are so sore.
She’s not in her living room,
Nor on the phone.
But from her bedroom,
I hear a moan.
Beads of sweat,
Drip from my head.
My eyes twitch,
My face turns red.
I open the bedroom door,
And come to a sudden stop.
In my eyes,
Is another man on top.
My brain begins to race,
I lose all control.
I grab the man,
To consume his soul.
I scream at the man,
Too vicious to cry.
All I shout is,
WHY! OH WHY!
I throw him across,
He slams against the door.
I hit him in the face,
So he fell to the floor.
I am too angry,
To have remorse.
So I stomp on his face,
With all my force.
Streams of red,
Shoot a steady flow.
From both his eyes,
Including his nose.
In the background,
I hear a scream.
It is very faint,
Like in a dream.
A tiny hand,
Touches my back.
A quick twist,
Makes a loud crack.
I run outside,
To scream out loud.
Surprised to witness,
Such a large crowd.
Afraid of jail,
I hop in my car.
To Drive towards,
A local bar.
One too many shots,
All straight to my head.
I leave to my place,
To reunite with my bed.
A picture of her,
Tight in my hand.
My heart is on fire,
My brain can’t understand.
I whisper softly,
To the silent night.
I can no longer live,
There’s no way I can fight.
I get up from bed,
But stumble to the floor.
I crawl to my dresser,
And open the drawer.
I won’t hurt no more,
She’ll be the one.
The darkness hides,
Such a large gun.
I hold the walls,
To help me stand.
The picture of her,
Still in the other hand.
I take a deep breath,
Then point to my chest.
The devil whispers,
This is for the best.
Blam! My body falls to the floor,
I lie obscured by the night.
With the gun to my left,
And Her picture to my right.
Working Hard,
Earning my pay.
One more hour,
The end of my day.
I drive to a home,
To see a girl.
In her arms,
Our love will unfurl.
Enter my key,
Open the door.
My bones and back,
They are so sore.
She’s not in her living room,
Nor on the phone.
But from her bedroom,
I hear a moan.
Beads of sweat,
Drip from my head.
My eyes twitch,
My face turns red.
I open the bedroom door,
And come to a sudden stop.
In my eyes,
Is another man on top.
My brain begins to race,
I lose all control.
I grab the man,
To consume his soul.
I scream at the man,
Too vicious to cry.
All I shout is,
WHY! OH WHY!
I throw him across,
He slams against the door.
I hit him in the face,
So he fell to the floor.
I am too angry,
To have remorse.
So I stomp on his face,
With all my force.
Streams of red,
Shoot a steady flow.
From both his eyes,
Including his nose.
In the background,
I hear a scream.
It is very faint,
Like in a dream.
A tiny hand,
Touches my back.
A quick twist,
Makes a loud crack.
I run outside,
To scream out loud.
Surprised to witness,
Such a large crowd.
Afraid of jail,
I hop in my car.
To Drive towards,
A local bar.
One too many shots,
All straight to my head.
I leave to my place,
To reunite with my bed.
A picture of her,
Tight in my hand.
My heart is on fire,
My brain can’t understand.
I whisper softly,
To the silent night.
I can no longer live,
There’s no way I can fight.
I get up from bed,
But stumble to the floor.
I crawl to my dresser,
And open the drawer.
I won’t hurt no more,
She’ll be the one.
The darkness hides,
Such a large gun.
I hold the walls,
To help me stand.
The picture of her,
Still in the other hand.
I take a deep breath,
Then point to my chest.
The devil whispers,
This is for the best.
Blam! My body falls to the floor,
I lie obscured by the night.
With the gun to my left,
And Her picture to my right.