Someone watched from below at a crooked angle,
As I carried a metal baseball bat through the parking lot.
In tattered, blood stained clothes, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt,
I continued forward, ready to do what I intended.
Through the door and up a dark, black stairwell I strode…
In a midnight rage, I shattered glass, busted walls and tables,
And growled as I felt my weapon vibrate against wood and plaster.
I demolished computers, tipped over desks
And knocked out windows, spewing glass down below.
I smiled a gritty smirk as I progressed
through my night of destruction…
I poured gasoline and lit a match,
As I walked back out into that heavy night.
With a steady stride, I left with my bat,
And from behind, felt a soothing, comforting warmth.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
Someone watched from below at a crooked angle,
As I carried a metal baseball bat through the parking lot.
In tattered, blood stained clothes, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt,
I continued forward, ready to do what I intended.
Through the door and up a dark, black stairwell I strode…
In a midnight rage, I shattered glass, busted walls and tables,
And growled as I felt my weapon vibrate against wood and plaster.
I demolished computers, tipped over desks
And knocked out windows, spewing glass down below.
I smiled a gritty smirk as I progressed
through my night of destruction…
I poured gasoline and lit a match,
As I walked back out into that heavy night.
With a steady stride, I left with my bat,
And from behind, felt a soothing, comforting warmth.
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