Out of the Fire

As I lay here, in this pit of hell

out of the fire

awaiting my rescue

for those who know me so well

I wonder what would become of me

will anyone notice my legacy.

Dead inside and out

corpse-like and drowned

in my own pool of blood

washed away, in a waterless flood.

Numb the pain, it’s all in vain

nerves exposed, breathless and choked

dying, a brain, no longer sane

a shadowy figure in darkness cloaked.

Invisible me, dying but free

one to watch, I think some should

the asylum door closes, on goes the hood

drugged up and soulless, tucked away in coldness.

Locked away forever

Doctors are clever

let her out, never

save the world over

antipsychotics her governor.

She’ll never get out

straight jacket tight

put up a fight

she wiggled her way out

those who were in doubt

she’s coming for you

you won’t get away

she hasn’t forgotten you.

All that betrayed her

she’ll pay you all back

you all are in danger

and she’s going to attack.

Her imagine dragon

is to take action

drain life from you all

to gain satisfaction.

Thrill for the kill

there’s no greater pill one can take.

The kill is on, thy will be done

till every last one is dead and gone.

She’s out of the fire

killing for hire

you are the last one

her hunger’s desire.

Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015
Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015

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