Mine

the sun is shining
it could be a wonderful day
the children play outside
while the birds sing in the skya warm breeze moves the grass
and small feet squeeze it
and while a butterfly passes
you hear the children laughit's waiting in the darka tiny metal bar
peeps out of the ground
dew reflects the sunrays
see me
see me
oh please see meit's waiting in the darka stone is pushed back in the earth
while a small sole pushes the metal bara tiny flash
disappears into the ground
a soft click
and with a hollow sound
slowly it ejects - irrevocable
with a swirling movement like a butterfly
it's slowly climbing high
it passes the knees
it passes the hands
it passes the chest
until it reached its high
another click
and a fireball appears out of a shockwave
- the eardrums break
like deadly insects
a swarm of glowing spikes
bursts out of the red center
while flying razorblades
peel the last laugh off the face
- smeared with blood
a firestorm burns down pieces of flesh
on the red colored grassstop searching
hell is already here
yes we made it happen
worse than any beast of prey