You leave the place
that has been your sanctum for the past days
You recall what he said before you left
you realize what you did wrong
You head out the door in a sprint
You reach the corner
breathe a sigh of relief
(almost there ...its not to late not too late...)
The car breaks but to late
it hits you
You roll but its not fatal
they help you up off the floor
You start to sprint with a limp
You hear the cries behind you to rest..
The memory of your screams comes rushing
you speed up
You reach the door and peer inside
That's when you realize (to late ...its too late)
Your sister took your place
Her body thrown to the floor
Crippled and mangled
with blood everywhere
The good thing is
she is alone no one there..
They left her for dead
You get inside
realize they succeeded
She is cold, she is dead...
Life has long left her body....
just like he said...
YOU ARE READING
morbid poems
Poetrysadness .. that drips i my soul that comes out in what i write what is truly sad to view all these actions that are done upon a few poor souls to think they may be true .. you must understand the true sadness of the world...
