My Monday, my hell.

First time of the hell.

As the day rolls on like dough on a sunday morning.
Baking sounds like a great time but it's just pointless to do since my hell is coming.
My room is still dark just like ink,
But my room has a small blue light like an angel of sadness.

While getting up out the bed slowly as a hurting anail,
The pain shot through me like a bullet,
My body was weak like an old rattlesnake.
Just moving up was just as much pain as a bite to the neck.

The walking against the cold cool flooring like the heaven night sky.
Slowly moving and tripping like a nervous zombie.
"Just taking my time....taking my time right"
As I spoke it felt like an echo appeared.

As i walked around the home of the dark like a ghost waiting to be alive again,
The pretty sad blue color makes my blood weak like soup.
But the feeling of the cold and dark empty place loves my colden blood and skin.
The heat pierced my body all throughout my body like a huge darling wave.

"Hello? Anybody there? I know i'm just walking around-"
A sharp screech grabbed my ear like the devil's break in the ground.
At that minute fear and panic washed over my body in heat shocks like it was possessed,
Its scream made my heart panic and cry out to run back to the salety of my dearly small room.

Tears could be seen and almost heard into my neck and waist.
I wanted to run as fast as possible but my legs wouldn't move like a stone.
I looked around desperate to found and figure out out it was supposed to be,
But all I saw was ink trying to swallow me whole like a whale in the ocean.

"Bye mom!"
Then I realized it was just the bird waking up from its sleep.
Relive and the feeling of safe sounded my body like a pair of soft fuzzy socks,
Then I realized it was my time to go out and explore my day like a depressed teen.

Walking away was my only option at this point.
Walking smooth and calmly through the living room while stepping down deeper into my dark sick mind like nothing matters.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap.
My shoes pounded against the cold ground towards my freedom out the house.

When i stepped out i was immediately hit was clouds like cotton candy,
Pure gold orange and pink like a sunday morning where god chooses to shine like the sun.
Closing the door behind me and started leaving ready for my day to begin my loss of cells.

The sun was always covered so my bright lovely angel cant be shown,
But it was different: the clouds and covered sun called me out with joy and a sense to parish my sadness into a huge world of a storm.
My demons' yelling follows me like a dog on a leash.

As they keep following yelling and hunting like sports in the forest,
Dark and scary as they turn me around like the night's sky of words. Fear and anger coat my blood in a spine breaking way.
The feeling of being watched hits me like a fire of panic.

Strong feelings of eyes torture me like knifes to my throat,
Tears welled in my eyes alarmed looking around,
But i keep walking calmly hiding my fright,
My body dreads along most of the way in horror standing tall and high like a mountain.

Nothing could take it away like my dreams of the good and rich,
Keeped my face looking like swimming in gold,
Walking like a dumb mistake of a rockstar in the later times to be, Worry and distress push through my body like filling a water bottle.

Step step step step
Sounds of the voices of doubt and frustration hang around like a crow
pecking at skin,
While walking and getting closer and closer to my stop people are waiting and standing like npcs of day.
Wonder or curiosity you must say wash away distress and idiocy like never before.

People were just waiting for a ride. Time was slow as normal like pain in lemons,
But it was already time to get on the bus.
I felt my blood ticking like a time bomb.

I knew my torment was already gonna begin just like my life on a monday