This is a poem I wrote a long time ago that is attributed to Doom. I turned it in when I went to a tech school to my English teacher and got an A on it, and won a Giftcard to Borders. Ahem:
Doom
Walking down the dark corridor
Smelling death and sour lemons
Hearing a hiss, a growl, a moan
Looking around at what used to be “home”
Stepping through what once had life
Hoping none come back
From what which they had been dead
Suddenly I heard a scrape
Vainly I had wished to rake
The soul of that attacking me
Routing death upon thee
Again I heard that infernal graze
Of what sounded of a metal raze
Pivoting as fast as I could
Looking for the thing that would
Create that noise of what came to be
That of which surrounded me
Nothing
I turned back around
Looking straight at the ground
While I stared, I horridly noticed
That my legs, my legs are broken
The reason why I feel that fear
I got no pain, I felt no tears
That is why I figured out
My brain is dead, my feeling’s out
I am alive, that is no lie
But I am dead, without a doubt
I am one that walk the earth
Hoping my longevity is not eternal
Doom
Walking down the dark corridor
Smelling death and sour lemons
Hearing a hiss, a growl, a moan
Looking around at what used to be “home”
Stepping through what once had life
Hoping none come back
From what which they had been dead
Suddenly I heard a scrape
Vainly I had wished to rake
The soul of that attacking me
Routing death upon thee
Again I heard that infernal graze
Of what sounded of a metal raze
Pivoting as fast as I could
Looking for the thing that would
Create that noise of what came to be
That of which surrounded me
Nothing
I turned back around
Looking straight at the ground
While I stared, I horridly noticed
That my legs, my legs are broken
The reason why I feel that fear
I got no pain, I felt no tears
That is why I figured out
My brain is dead, my feeling’s out
I am alive, that is no lie
But I am dead, without a doubt
I am one that walk the earth
Hoping my longevity is not eternal
