Raptors in the Ceiling

A sort of mix of everything now.

Sleeping in the middle of the night in the city, 

being alone can be such a pity. 

Then when it's at it's most silent...

there is that strange feeling. 

I open my eyes a little

AND F*****G RAPTORS COME OUT FROM THE CEILING!!!!!

I run and hide, pray to raptor jesus, 

that they don't eat my side. 

I kneel in a corner and get into the position of fetal,

then I stare down at my crotch and notice the fecal. 

Raptors scared the s**t out of me, 

I just hope that the raptors don't smell and see. 

This is the part that another raptor comes in, 

Using the door knobs and bobbing their chin. 

A thought comes into my head...

"Does a raptor technically have a chin"?

Oh why did this happen tonight?

It had to happen when my roommates were out of sight.

The raptor detects that I'm around. 

Maybe it doesn't like meat that just lost a pound?

My roommate comes to the door and turns on the lights,

Captures their attention as she pulls up her tights. 

Oh why did she have to be a fashion major?

Those high heels aren't good for being chased by a predator. 

While she's being eaten I grab some pants,

I retreat into a bathroom.

I clean up myself, 

put the pants on the shelf. 

Then I notice the door open...

OH SHIIIIITTTT!!! 

Raptor attacks from behind, 

I don't think he was in his right mind. 

He hit the mirror instead, 

Hit his gigantic raptor head. 

I leave the pants and run to the elevator. 

This is the part for the masturbator. 

 The doors close quickly, 

How unusual in this city. 

Then the ride down seems tedious, 

At least the elevator didn't get devious. 

Then the moment I dread comes into view, 

Someone... or something calls the elevator to a floor. 

Then the door slowly opens to reveal a bird-like head.

Surely in a few seconds I'm gonna be dead. 

It lunges forth to me-

and that's when I awake from my nightmare. 

It's one in the morning in San Francisco, 

I whisper into my pillow a silent "no".

Why do I do this?

Is it because I sorta wished that the dream was real. 

Then I wake up and see this was the deal. 

Did I want to be killed by raptors while I was pant-less?

Did this make me feel like life was hopeless. 

Is this City, the place I want to be?

When I have nightmares that upset me. 

Of course... nightmares concur everywhere, 

But they never really scare me if your there. 

I wake up late at night feeling that something is missing, 

I know that I'd be a lot happier if I was kissing. 

Not the lips of anyone in this city...

This is the part that is really a pity...

Take me home to the lips of my love, 

Or else give me the wings cut off a dove. 

Tell me that I am a prisoner here... 

and then one day you will know my fear. 

Don't keep me locked away in the concrete walls, 

Give me the pools right next to the falls. 

Save me please my dearest...

Save me please...

 

Author's Note

Very random poem, hope you enjoy it. ><

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

This was really cool--I'm a fan of Jurassic Park, myself, and was chuckling a bit as I read it. The quirkiness of it is refreshing :)

[Erica Daubert]

haha, this is cute. i used to have nightmares that grimace from mcdonalds was breaking into my house to kill my mom, i still think about that from time to time. it was very expressive and detailed. i like it a lot. i laughed a few times as well. Awesome.

[J Todd Underhill]

Yeah I picked this write because of the title, it was random enough.