Wickedness

 

I stand alone as the curtains open.

I think to myself, “My life is over”.

To see the blood red curtains open,

To reveal my past, and what I’ve done.

It is so hot, so dark.

I hear screams coming from all directions.

I try to yell out, but there is no sound

To be heard but the cries and

Moans of the people who have spent

Their life in the eternal flame.

I close my eyes and try to see white,

But all I see is red, orange, DEATH tonight.

This is all my doings, all my fault.

I’m being burned in my favorite black dress

Because I failed my job at doing my best.

Yes, burn all the bad and evil away!

I’ll come back, oh yes I will.

Then I’ll haunt every last one of you.

For I am the evil and you can’t stop me.

My powers are stronger than your brains.

 

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