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[aid] => mick
[title] => Rats In The Walls
[time] => 2005-05-02 09:32:14
[hometext] => scratching,clawing gnawing
[bodytext] => Things were bad There wasn't much to be had Seems everyone was in some line This terrible year of 1929 The stock market tumbled down All across the country in every town Jobs just could not be found The whole world seemed unsound All over people stood in line Crying Nothing was in the norm So many lost their money and home I was no exception Everywhere deception I wandered from town to town There were no jobs to be found Stealing everywhere on the rise Mommies even daddies cried People were starving they went hungry No one had any money Homes were lost Families were tossed Sleeping in the streets Oh ; how they weeped So much horror Such a tragedy never seen before I left my home Like many man I roamed I was walking down this dusty country road Alone It was autum and I was cold I carried with me all that I could All my earthly belongings Freezing For awhile I tried sleeping off the road My belongings and blanket I laid in a grassy knoll Cold I tossed turned and rolled I got up and decided to walk I lit a Luckystrike Darn almost out of smokes I continued my treck The road was extreemly dark Stark Up ahead I noticed an old farm house Cold I mused Yes; I will go ask if they have a room I needed to be warm I knocked on the door Both husband and spouse answered You remember the painting of the old farm couple He with a pitchfork and a face of stubble His wife standing along side Both hollowed eyed Do you have a room to put me up Shour'e enough The both led me upstairs You can use this room here It had a strange oder I took my pack from my shoulder The bed was lumpy blankets tattered I was now warm so it didn't matter It wasn't long I began to dream Strange Perspiring I awoke with a shilling scream Was I deranged It felt so real My body chilled I sat up in bed and listen This dream what a horrible vision I'm awake,but I hear it again Scratching,clawing,gnawing It's not my imagination What in damnation There's rats in the walls I hear their calls Their claws Their paws Gnashing of teeth The sound there is no relief I go to the door I want out Its locked Open I shout I shake and kick to no advail Im Im here stuck with these demons of hell I hear louder their horrible sounds Quickly I look around They chewed holes through the plaster Its me their after I see their yellow greenish eyes Someone someone please hear my cries Demons here they come Thousands Scratching clawing gnawling at my legs Please let me out I beg I fall in pain to my knees No one hears my pleas Gnashing a million teeth Clothing skin torn I bleed Perfusly Panicly I feel my life leave God forgive of any devious deeds There tearing at my skin Too many I can't win In extreem pain I surcome Into eternity I enter in my battle unwon Sinned [comments] => 6 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 13 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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