Knock Knock Knock
The wooden door creaks against
The ravenous wind that bites back
Calling my name
Roused from my sleep,
I stumble on the stone floor
Making my waythrough the darkened hallway of my bereft soul.
There is a light at the next room, signifying hope.
I peek in.
Its just my cousin, switching between the god channel…and porn.
Troubled, and more than a little disturbed I countinue my Journey.
Fuck, I muse. This hallway is too damn long.
At Last, AS I stub mytoe on the wood flooring of the hallway
I make my way, ever looking
Like a hidous undead beast, awakening from the dead.
I open the door as it groans, I follow suit.
Another bag of Flaming Shit.
Those Goddamn Kids.