The fate of Paul Morlock
My name is Paul
a boy who was bad
my mother made a call
to a doctor who was mad.
They made an appointment
at 3:00am I filled with dread
and to my disappointment
"You must stay" he said.
Years went by
I have went through pain
there's no time I didn't cry
and struggled to stay sane.
Lying here in the gloom
waiting for your decedent
I feel this the doom
will be my end.
Finally you come
and the grin I fake
has and could fool some
so I follow for my sake.
You sent me in the tank
filledwith seline
in which I sank
and I started to whine.
You smiled and closed the lid
I couldfeel tears I cried
down my face they slid
but were carried aside.
You couldn't hear me
I looked through the glass
but what I did see
was a gigantic mass.
Everywhere crackling fire
from the sight my mind twisted
I became trasited by desire
to command my muscles to lift it.
I climbed out my vessel
but the heat was too strong
then I realized aswell
I have done wrong.
I crawled on the floor
not glimpsing the sight
I got to the door
and yelled with delight.
I tried to open it
and was shocked
that it didn't budge a bit
Damn, the door was locked.
Fighting to get back from where I came
meaningless are the tears I shed
I feel no fear nor shame
because I am finally dead.