Bully Boss
Feels like a wide open space, the other side of this bed
Can't stand this reality so I choose my ego instead
Arrive at work and enter with a strong proud stride
Don't let them see I am scared and lonely inside
Here everything feels right, they are all under me
Makes me feel I could rule the world eventually
I have already picked out my victims, my stepping stones
My footprint on their head helps me reach my throne
A person of importance inside the walls of this place
My failures are many but at least I won this race
Personal life is empty so I get drunk on these powers
Validate my existence for these eight hours
I take from the world what I was never given
Disguise the child as someone who is driven.
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Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
By Isabella Rosea day ago in Horror
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