My life was filled with death
As I thought I found myself
Sleeping in a laundromat.
With psycho girls going
Irate.
When I went to escape.
All I could do was hold my
Prostate.
There was blood all over the
Place and in a dark corner.
There was headless children
Running in circles.
It was like the aftermath of a
Hurricane.
When I manged to slip
Through the crack in the wall.
I found the fate of Harry.
Skeleton and all.
