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Andrew T Hannah Dec 2011
Every night when i close my eyes,

I enter a Virtual Wonderland.

A world unlike any other.

A world where anything is possible.

A world where pigs can fly.

A world where men are shape-shifters.

Anything I please.

But when I'm troubled,

This world becomes a Virtual Hell.

A world unlike any other.

A world where anything is possible.

A world where pigs fall from the sky, wings burning.

A world where men have gone wrong.

Nothing i please.

When i come to grasp reality again,

I roll over and cry.

My life, even in my sleep, is tormented.
Andrew T Hannah Dec 2011
The world is calm and still.
Everywhere the people take advantage
Of what they already have.

Then, a virus hits the planet.
Supposedly wiping out a whole city.
Because no one dared to visit.

The residents had become
Dead and yet alive.
Deceased and yet surviving.
But only on what?

The stench, the smell,
the horrid, putrid scent.
Of rotting flesh.

Pieces of body do lay on the ground.
Dirtying the ground.
the blood has turned to dust.
Just dirt in the earth.

After time it spreads.
One person to another.
When your last you'll say
It's a rotting pandemic.
Andrew T Hannah Dec 2011
Black.
          Sorrow.
                       Death.

All these thoughts, twirling through our mind.
      Confusion spreads among us as we all stop being kind.

The very edge of insanity is so close and yet so far.
       Hatred is an option that we all consider.
                    Hatred towards ourselves.
                                 Not toward others.

If that option be chosen, you'd better be wary.
           If you let it drive you, it can get a little scary.
Sometimes we hurt because we are impaired.
                         But dont let your life be darkness and despair.
Andrew T Hannah Dec 2011
Everybody's falling.
          Everybody's crying.
                   and underneath it all, everybody's dying.

The silent plague of winter.
          The deadly poison cold.
                   Yesterday the sky was blue but now its white and bold.

It overcomes your body.
          It overcomes your mind.
                   You never see it coming like a gunshot from behind.

The world is going dark.
          and all I can do is cry.
                   Apocalypse is coming when theres snow clouds in july.
Andrew T Hannah Oct 2011
Walking down an path.
Its raining and its dark.
The moon is shining brightly.
You can hear the dogs bark.

Out the corner of my eye
I see a silhouette.
A man's walking behind me
he hides something ill bet .

I came from getting liquor.
I grip the bottle tight.
seems like he's getting quicker
and i am filled with fright.

Now he's right behind me
I turn around and Smash!
My face is filled with tears
Who did i just bash?

He's lying on the ground
In a pool of blood.
My liquor bottles broken
And i just say "Oh crud."

I hear some sirens blaring.
I think I'd better run.
My legs don't move at all
cause i just am stunned.

I see the car pull up behind
the cop steps out and says
"Put your hands up
or go to jail today."

I'm frightened to the core
I cant move very far.
I put my hands up
he says "Get in the car."

He brings me to a warehouse
Least that's what it seems.
It looks very old.
It has mold on the beams.

He brings me inside.
It is almost empty.
Except for a chair.
and he just says
"Don't tempt me."

He sits me down
and straps me in.
he sits down in front of me
and all i see is a grin.

He holds a controller
and gestures to use it.
and he just says
"I'm ready to lose it."

"You've told us nothing
about what you've done
and all you can say is
I just couldn't run?"

He pulls out a speaker
He says "I don't know"
He pauses for a moment
Then says "Were ready to undergo."

I hear a low hum
and feel a vibration.
it starts getting warmer
then, Electrocution.

My body starts shaking.
My soul starts to ascend.
I think this is it.
This is the end.
This was kind of my first poem that i ever wrote. I had to do it for a grade seven assignment and this is what came out as a result.

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