Saved By The Bell

This was something I wrote while bored in class. Bored literally to the brink of brain decaying biological death.

Cold, dark dreary days
Forever alone
Forever in a haze
Blind to the world around
Deaf to violence
Never to hear the sound

A love which he will never know
As he lays still
Eternally encased in dirt and snow
All he can do is stutter
Burried alive
As his heart ceases to flutter

Forever tortured in life
Driven away
To be taken by her knife
If only he could reach the bell
He could live
Just long enough to see her burn in hell

No one to hear his muffled screams
Loosing his sanity
His mind bursting at the seams
Ring the bell... his last hope
Oh the humanity!
How could she possibly cope?

Six feet under
Ring the bell
Pillage and plunder
She cannot burry the affair
Push, strive
How could she not even care?!

The graveyard echos with the piercing ring
A man looks up
What a frightening thing
The boy brought back from the dead
Unearth him now
For all he never said

And so the lucky boy will live
Just another day..
To take back the life that was never his to give
My lovers do not kiss and tell
For you will not be as lucky
As the boy.. The one ''saved by the bell''...

The End

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