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Normal day at the office New York City, can't complain I wouldn't imagine anything Going wrong today Then we hear it... Terrorists in the building They're on the lower floor Wielding guns, killing everyone Our office goes on lockdown We pile into one room I pray to God they don't find us No one deserves what's about to come Door kicked open Gunmen storm in Screams and cries shriek out I guess this is the end They line us up We cooperate with their commands Maybe they won't **** us If we don't make them mad Then the nightmare begins One by one they pull us out In front of everyone so we can see Stands straight, points gun, bang, on to the next one I watch and shutter As the bodies pile up These were people I knew And now their lives are done I can't bear to watch this any longer I sneak behind the line and hide Behind a cabinet so they can't see me Listening, I hear the worst sounds one can possibly imagine 1, 2, 3, Bang, Scream, Repeat Then a pause A muttering of foreign tongue Footsteps creak against the floor They're looking for more One of them comes around the corner He faces me with gun in hand I lunge at him, grab the weapon, point Shoot once, twice, three times It's not so fun when you're the dead man I look around the corner More are coming my way I send a quick prayer to God Then jump into the fray I shoot and I shoot Fighting for my life Knowing that I'm not going down Without a fight One down, two down, three down, four Blood spatters the walls, bullets fall to the floor My gun stops shooting, the cartridge is empty There's no way to fight now Need to find another way out Throw the gun at the window It cracks but doesn't shatter "It's worth a shot," I tell myself Then I flee from my cover I sprint at full speed As the bullet **** by One of two hit me But I keep fighting to survive I lower my shoulder Slam into the window It shatters, I fall, I'm out But the ground is quickly coming to meet me I hit the ground with a smack Glass raining down around me People are looking at me and the building Trying to discover what just happened I get up slowly, painfully A puddle of blood where I laid People ask if I'm okay But I tell them to run away I run and I stumble Away from the building I'm slowly losing consciousness Not knowing if I'm going to make it Down the street I go Searching vigorously for help My vision is going out I guess this is it I awoke in my bedroom I'm okay, all is well Heck of a nightmare Keep me away from that hell
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Nightmare
Normal day at the office New York City, can't complain I wouldn't imagine anything Going wrong today Then we hear it... Terrorists in the building They're on the lower floor Wielding guns, killing everyone Our office goes on lockdown We pile into one room I pray to God they don't find us No one deserves what's about to come Door kicked open Gunmen storm in Screams and cries shriek out I guess this is the end They line us up We cooperate with their commands Maybe they won't **** us If we don't make them mad Then the nightmare begins One by one they pull us out In front of everyone so we can see Stands straight, points gun, bang, on to the next one I watch and shutter As the bodies pile up These were people I knew And now their lives are done I can't bear to watch this any longer I sneak behind the line and hide Behind a cabinet so they can't see me Listening, I hear the worst sounds one can possibly imagine 1, 2, 3, Bang, Scream, Repeat Then a pause A muttering of foreign tongue Footsteps creak against the floor They're looking for more One of them comes around the corner He faces me with gun in hand I lunge at him, grab the weapon, point Shoot once, twice, three times It's not so fun when you're the dead man I look around the corner More are coming my way I send a quick prayer to God Then jump into the fray I shoot and I shoot Fighting for my life Knowing that I'm not going down Without a fight One down, two down, three down, four Blood spatters the walls, bullets fall to the floor My gun stops shooting, the cartridge is empty There's no way to fight now Need to find another way out Throw the gun at the window It cracks but doesn't shatter "It's worth a shot," I tell myself Then I flee from my cover I sprint at full speed As the bullet **** by One of two hit me But I keep fighting to survive I lower my shoulder Slam into the window It shatters, I fall, I'm out But the ground is quickly coming to meet me I hit the ground with a smack Glass raining down around me People are looking at me and the building Trying to discover what just happened I get up slowly, painfully A puddle of blood where I laid People ask if I'm okay But I tell them to run away I run and I stumble Away from the building I'm slowly losing consciousness Not knowing if I'm going to make it Down the street I go Searching vigorously for help My vision is going out I guess this is it I awoke in my bedroom I'm okay, all is well Heck of a nightmare Keep me away from that hell
This was one of those very realistic and vivid dreams where you see everything...I saw the blood, I heard the gun shots and the window shattering, I watched as people feared for their lives.
#nightmare#killing#freeverse#terrorism
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
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