Flight 5150A Poem by KeeDCollaboration by CREEPER and Keegan D'souza http://www.writerscafe.org/Im-buried-aliveFLIGHT 5150 I am aviator A hater of mankind I control this monstrosity My craft roars Straight into an atrocity My physique trained To control this plane But my mind is negligent To the devil beside me
Black box Collect my sound Before we hit our burial ground Let them know how this all went down Bipolar co-pilot You seek to destroy us? Holding a gun to my head Your mission you have said 332 passengers soon to be dead....just up ahead Turbulence again, as sinners begin To say their prayers, nothing left but despair Why today, Haven't I cried enough Divorce papers served by the wife Daughter with leukemia, fighting for her life I've worked hard to reach here In the air I feel alive I might be a broken man down there But up here I feel revived Nose in decent Our fate is sealed This is your captain speaking Flight 5150 Is on it's final descension Pray for your resurrection
As I look into the windshield Seeing the gun in my hand Pointed at my head I know I will soon be surrounded by the dead
I realize, it was I Who crashed this plane It was I Who went insane Limbs severed from the hip Receiver still in hand with a tight grip Houston We've hit the ground In Hades my soul has shut down...inactive © 2012 KeeDAuthor's Note
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Added on December 30, 2012Last Updated on December 30, 2012 Tags: Mental, Mystery, Psychological, Suspense, Horror AuthorKeeDMumbai, India, IndiaAboutHey I'm Kee, I'm 32 and work as a journalist in Mumbai, India. I dabble in writing poetry and do it purely to pump out the creative juices in my being. Thank you for stopping by, live, laugh and love .. more..Writing
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