Real Life

Real Life

A Poem by Death Stalker

The fast motion of lights
in a busy city's streets,
the pitter patter of footsteps echoed
the roaring of the streets.

I toss and turn, the time slowly turning
the doors creaks slowly by the fan,
which is slowly turning. Oh god,
this cannot get any slower.

The sun and moon soars over the sky
as fast as meteor showers,
shuffling and laughter around town
vibrated off the building walls.

I slowly crawled my feet behind me
desire for this school day to be over
is strong within me.
 Oh how this cannot get any slower!

Rust invaded the iron as quickly
as mud slides, people's skin collapsed
as they age, wrinkles caved in on the skin.

Hurry up! I groaned
Time turning oh so very slow

© 2012 Death Stalker


Author's Note

Death Stalker
I randomly made this, a lot of stuff clearly needs to be added, but this is a draft, what do you guys think?

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Added on May 16, 2012
Last Updated on May 16, 2012

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Death Stalker
Death Stalker

Tucson, AZ



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I like to write, any story that lurks into my mind. I've been writing as long as I can remember. It all started with nothing to do, it was nighttime... I was sleeping, I have a vivid dream, that ta.. more..

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