After I open my eyes. All I can see is darkness, though. No, wait, my eyes are adjusting, I can see some objects now; am I on the floor? I turn my head slowly to the side, and wince in pain a little. My body feels sore all over, why do I feel this way? I . . . I can’t remember . . . I see there’s someone lying next to me, on the floor as well. My eyes try to adjust to the dark light to see who it is. This guy, he looks kind of familiar . . . but I can’t quite put my finger on who he is and . . . dear god, is that blood!? Ignoring the soreness of my muscles I quickly scoot away from him, and he doesn’t move. I’m afraid he’s dead. There’s blood all over him, looks like there’re stab wounds in his chest. No, not just stab wounds, there’s a hole in his torso. A big, wide, gaping, hole. I can see some of his organs, oh good lord it’s awful! I want to look away, but somehow the gruesome scene k
Found God1. The first time I found GodWas when I was 15.I found God in a pen.I scribbled down wordsAnd he brought them to life.2. They found God in their phone.Instead of handling the awkwardnessOf the party,They prayed to God to get them out.3. He found God in his paycheck.He locks himself in his officeAs if it was a church,Hoping to see God again.I think I saw him prayingLast week when I visited.4. She found GodIn the mirror.When she looked at GodIn the eyes,She freaked outAnd punched the mirror until it shattered.The devil put his hand overHer fist and told her it’ll be alright.5. They found God in each other.I thought that would make them happyBut every time they’re together,They throw the Devil at each otherIn an odd game of Dodge ball.6. He found GodAt the bottomOf a Bottle.And every time he sees him,God shows him a little pieceOf heaven,Then helps him vomit out the demonsInside of him.7. She found God in a needle.Then she found God in hers
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.