Raising Hell Date: Friday, 2nd March 2012 @ 10:46:02 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: hray42 laboring this night late in the lab cold and lifeless lies a form on the slab his whole life's work to be put to the test some say he's insane, just crazy the rest! he stands there eager, his hand on the switch then a strike in the sky answers his wish! he pulled on the handle, and grinned as it fell the moment has come, it's time to raise hell! the form on the slate studders and stammers as the floor beneath shudders and clammers convulsing hands jerk with fingers that spread it seems to be alive! it's no longer dead! he throws off the switch, the deed has been done what lies before him? this abomination! will he be punished for this? only time will tell it can't go to heaven, so let's send it to hell... This poem is Copyright © hray42 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=171098