Buried ALIVE
Blackness lies all around me
Filling the void of darkened wood
Air is sparse, and so is the hope of escape
The wood is thick and hard
Nearly impossible to break
I pound my fist with animalistic aggression across the top of the coffin
My skin scours the very surface, breaking on contact from my desperate attempts of escape
Blood flows from my fist; I feel it on my tongue
It's bitter
As bitter as the truth itself
I struggle and writhe
Like a snake in the ground
With no hope of escape
My mind says 'Resistance is futile'
I stop struggling, and I eventually black out
So this is what its like to buried alive
The Graveyard
Walking through th' stones in fear
Hearing the rustling sounds through my ear
A tree snaps, an owl harks
I haven't been this scared since I heard of sharks
Over and over my fear runs through me
Like a scene from a scary movie
Stuck in a never ending loop
My hair raises
My skin cowers in terror
Knowing that some long dead ghost or goblin
Might come from the great beyond
And pull me deep, deep, deep under
The gaping maw that is the earth
To boil me in a stew
Ewwwww!
So I run very quickly, as quick the wind itself
And I get out of that stupid, creepy, graveyard
Filled with God knows what
The MONSTER of the Wood
There is a monster in the forest
With sharp, jagged teeth
And razor sharp talons
His eyes glow a strong ruby red
Like the blood of the fallen
His thirsts for the flesh of men
Ever hungering, ever waiting
He is the hunter from another world
And he waits eternally in the forest
For someone foolish enough to cross the threshold
And into the realm of darkness
The realm of fear
The realm of death
So I leave you with these words, stranger
Do not go into the wood
If you value your life
The REAPER Victorious
I once met a man with the most horrendous business plan
He reaps the old, the sick, and the weary
Those who can no longer have a foothold upon this earth
You could say his job is a little different
His office suit is a coal black cloak
As black as the depths of hell
His face is hidden within his darkened hood
His briefcase is a scythe to rip and harvest the souls of those should leave
And his PDA is an endless list of names of those who should,
As you know, DIE
I once met this man, it was quit grand
Because I kicked the bucket away
Hooray!
The Reaper Victorious!
Looking on from the Great Beyond
I died and I am no more
Dust to dust
Ashes to Ashes
My body lies in ground. Becoming the earth itself
My mind still exists
As intact as it ever was
I wander in the void
Between life and death
I lie as an imprint of a time no longer there
The knife long discarded
The murderer long since put away
The floorboards replaced
The memories wiped away
An abhorred event long buried by the sands of time
But my blood was still spilt on this spot
Spilled when it should not have been
The redness of my blood may still be there
But it lies upon the history of my home like a stain
It is truly a ghost
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Prologue
In the Genetic age of 2134, the laws of old America were rewritten by the two largest corporations of the United World Court. In the year 2013, the corporations of Disney-Warner and CBS-Universal took over many of the smaller corporations, thus eliminating the need for various companies which owned many of the cable channels that much of the masses of the American public watched. In beginning of the Genetic age of 2100, many of the old corporations had been erased from the data banks of Washington, D.C, L.A, and other large cities in America. After the United World Court was purchased by Disney-Warner and CBS-Universal during the la