I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A hideous monster looking back at me
And I think to myself, "whatever shall I do?"
My solution, to cease, and be a local hero
Six minutes to go, and a life to take
Six minutes to go, and a decision to make
Five minutes to go, and I struggle to let go
Five minutes to go, and my blood chooses to flow
Four minutes to go, and the color is draining
Four minutes to go, and its presence is fading
Three minutes to go, and the world goes black
Three minutes to go, and the monster fights back
Two minutes to go, and the monster concedes
Two minutes to go, and justice succeeds
One minute to go, and there's no turning back
One minute to go, and my life fades to black
And my blood flows empty
And my brain thinks weakly
And my monster is laid to rest
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Short Stories and Other Creative Waste
De TodoAh the wonders of 2018. It's been a long time since anything was written here. If you want something fresh (and probably higher quality) look for my newer stuff. A metaphorical sewage dump
