Hell by design

evenwheniLie

 

 

 

 

…….At the job tried  and spent, feeling like I had a hint, with no puzzle; looked around is this my body on the floor, once more, who’s the imp sweeping the floor, taking my job, I deplore, bigger creatures rush through the workplace doors, is hell my workplace, cause my workplace is hell, then they smash me by my face to the floor, to silence me like Al Gore, screams in my ear this is your personalized scare, from that dare, and that time you threw that chair, only you know your fears, it was you who chose getting ripped up by bears, but this is more than just a nightmare.

 

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2024 01:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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