Original Work II
I ended up writing this last week in my public speaking class. Please don’t plagiarize/steal, but feel free to take inspiration! -AG
Zip Zap Zed: By Adrian Grace
There’s a ghost who follows me
And whispers in my ear. I only
Hear her in the silence. And the
Things she says haunts me dearly.
I learned to live in the noise.
Hiding from the quite night. I am
Slipping under the void that kills
Where she sits and waits for me
Going. Going. Going.
Walking fast and going and
Thinking everything and going
And volume up and going and
Zip Zap Dead
I’ll never get away.
She slinks into my soul
And scratches and
Zip Zap Zed
There is terror to be thought
And demons to let in
A death to humbly live
Lock the door and check twice.
See the key. Check the door and
Make sure no shadows follow
Too closely down the narrow hall
Hit the pavement panicking. The
Door was locked, I’m sure. The key
Is in my hands. Is she following
Me again? Think about the lock.
Lock Lock Dead
Locked in time with her
And the silence takes over
Without my permission
Lock Lock Zed
Sleeping nightmares singing
And filling that scary solitude
It’s screaming in my mind
Every moment; everyday she
Calls me through the soundless
Poison. It’s the unfortunate life
Of the Anxious Paranoid Insomniac.
