6 August 2012
High winds Lots of rain Weather man calls for a twister Maybe it'll take away the pain
Blow it all away Wash out all the pain Take this house along So I can board a train
I see it in the distance Winds all riled up Rain comes in a downpour It'll be here soon enough
It creeps closer and closer To this hell-house home As I look to see My father coming out alone
"Where's mom?" I yell The wind starts to howl He just walks up to me With a devilish scowl
"Come with me!" A hand grips my arm A small gasp from the pain I won't show him I'm in harm
He tries to drag me Back away from the nearing twister Into the cellar Where he's been a sinful mister
I run, Run away from his grip His nails leaving Strips of blood, traveling down my hip
Run towards the twister Through the refreshing rain I take a head dive With hopes for no more pain
Whoosh! I'm sucked fast Into this vortex Turning my head violently, my home we've past
Shattered windows Bricks no longer present Daddy's facedown in the ground Mom is happy for it
Stuck in a twister Another sharp turn of my head I hear a crack Then I'm finally dead.
Twister • Opuss № I