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Horror Movie
I must escape and runaway I can't stand this shit.
My father struck me in ways that I can't forgive.
I pack my life in a bag and say goodbye to my past.
I creep past the door,to the corner,arrive at a cab.
No money no one to stay with,a blade a packed playstation.
Gave him the game with a dime,he gave me a ride.
to the holiday inn,I'm gonna stay here a night.
give me sometime,to think how I'ma make it in life.
I'm still a boy,eyes moist,each of my knuckles wet
I hear a noise...slowly pulling the cover above my head.
I check around the room...I hear another quick sound.
I get scared I yell out to quit fuckin around.
there is a pause then knockin at my door,it all just stopped.
I'm breathin heavy, I attempt to call the cops.
The phone has no numbers.....just the maid and wake up hours
Its a horror movie so for some reason I take a shower.
I make it out and I put my clothes on with no shirt.
it aint cold so I'm thinkin "it won't hurt..
I got sore nerves,so I decide to call it a day though..
I noticed my name glowing on the brim of a cradle.
this wasn't here before so I lay low....I check over the room.
and I notice a dude.for a split second.
I hear whispers of "I'm still close to you"
a toddler with a face covered and a stroller too.
I'm concerned,so I question "are you homeless too"
He steps out the shadow and his dome is brusied
His eye is gashed,his nose is dueced,I know this dude...
But I'm so confused that I chose to move out the room..
screams runnin out my mouth and soon as I'm out..
there's like a thousand clues,like arrows and directions with
routes and fair roads to my resisdents.I'm ahead of him
I feel relief,but Its like its only me,on these empty streets.
No lights on,no mice roamin..no life only me...no police..
I'm startin to think somethings wrong with me.
Standing in front ss the toddler and an older me.
I get scared,I reach for the blade stored in a case.
The Camera moves close to my face,the orchestra plays
the closer I move close to my home.The toddler slowy he grows.
the Older me........I noticed he's gone.the to toddler moves close to me.
He holds my hand.Now I'm sure I know this man.
He looks how I looked..when I was 5..."look"
He asked me,why would I run from my childhood.
I asked "what you mean?" he said
"you did run from me... you deserve me,no one lives perfectly.."
I guess I grew up on early means.My life is now important.
See this is a true story but without the horror.
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