Kevin Ryman, a survivor. |
I opened 2019 with a bang, so here a stupid poem based from a stupid game cuz I did a stupid thing! The world needs more Outbreak anyway! Enjoy!
January 1st, 2019
I really got myself rekt
As many of you have seen
How I was doing in Outbreak
My spine chilled Below Freezing Point
Like I was trapped in a cold lab
Hurt more than when I popped my joint
As reality hit me with a precise stab
My mind became The Hive of doubts
For leeches that sucked my essence of life
A bad decision brought me the severe droughts
As I saw something on my table, a knife
My heart burned like a Hellfire
No one escaped from the tongue of death
That situation was very dire
One step closer to give myself one last breath
Decisions, Decisions. Do or die
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
I didn’t want to say goodbye
I'll still reap what I’ve sown
Running rampant like Wild Things, those self-blames
Furious to be let out like Oscar in the cage
Inside I called myself names
Yet no use to quench it with rage
I didn't think it was my Underbelly
I convinced myself it was alright
She gave me a memento mori
I have to survive to see tomorrow’s Daylight
That day will sure give me a Flashback
Like being chased by a madman with an ax
Now it’s time to give myself a smack
and contemplate by tracing back my own tracks
Remember those distasteful Desperate Times
Where the hordes of trouble came and it’s time to make it right?
Although, my life is shite and tastes worse than any limes
No matter what happens, I will always stand up and fight
At the End of The Road choose one ending
Run like the Wind or Up and Away
You can be a coward and end everything
Or be a survivor and finds a way