Life is a horror movie,
the audience watches behind pillows and shrieks,
as mistake after mistake you dig yourself deeper,
They scream "no" and "what are you doing?",
as you run up the stairs,
peeping out from behind their protection,
waiting,
anticipating,
your fall from grace into the fire,
for you to burn for your sins,
enjoying every minute of it,
engrossed in your pain,
no one reaches out a hand or offers help,
they just stand there, oblivious,
as you pay for your wrong doing,
counting the seconds until your Gorey demise,
but from the ashes of hell a Phoenix shall rise.
