RAINDROP/SUNDROP (GRASSWORLD/RAINWORLD) by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

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The Wall Is Looking At Me....

 

It opens its eyes

It can actually see the eyes rolled back in its head

It can see the red veins trying to free themselves from the eyes

Just like the roots of a tree trying to run away from their master

And the black ones

The black veins

The infected ones

The rejects of the bunch

Nobody likes them

They can leave now

But no one is going

The poor eyes are not alright

They adjust to the white light

No wait it is amber

It's just that the entire room is white

The being wonders why it is being discriminated

Due to the one color scheme

Right in front of him

Is a emotionless structure

Very solid

Too solid

IT'S TOO SOLID

IT'S TOO SOLID

GOD IT'S SO SOLID

The out of place creature can't escape

And it fears that more than having its head served on a food contaminated platter.

Or being roasted like inanimate meat

Lost and forgotten on Satan's pitchfork

But it faces a death worse than being impaled on the devil's spear

The wall is laughing evilly at him now

Sticking its six hundred and sixty six foot long tongue out at him

Touching his face and licking the wool blanket

The tongue thinks it’s black licorice

The wool blanket tastes so sweet

The creature feels the bricks hit him

Like a titanium sledgehammer on anabolic rattlesnake venom

But not as painful as the white noose tightening around his neck

The figures behind him are totally white

Yet he is different

As dark as a shadow and as depressed as the shadow's missing friend

He has excepted his fate as his final sense as self

Before he dies

This is the last time he will be able to feel himself

BAAAAHHH BAAAHHH

WAIT WHY DO I HAVE NO TIME??!!

BAAAAHHH BAAAHHH

I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!

BAAAAHHH BAAAHHH!!!!!

BAAAAHHH BAAAHHH!!!!!

BAAAAHHH BAAAHHH!!!!!

In the final moments of its life

The sheep is still and seduced by the afterlife

Because you see

It was the black sheep of its family

Literally the black sheep

Accused for being different

Just because its wool blanket was black instead of white

It paid the price of confronting the wall

The wall that was the same colour as everything else

And it memorized that structure

And the sheep was reminded

Before the relaxing choking sensation

That it was superior to a white wall