- Doomsday - Monday, November 06, 2006 A heaviness hangs in the air A hush falls as the papers rustle The Devil’s servants enlarge and shrink, enlarge and shrink With barely suppressed glee Evil laughter can be heard As if from afar, the Land of Torture where they reside The whole room seems to be a blur It’s spinning around, spinning so fast I’m afraid I'm about to lose control I clutch onto my chair Hang on for dear life My knuckles go white With the effort to stop every nerve from shaking and bursting apart While my head starts spinning like a crazy top Somewhere far far away I hear my name being called Sounds as though from the mouth of a sinister demon I walk with heavy footsteps to my dreadful doom Careful not to let my hammering heart break free from my rib cage So it doesn’t fall out and kill me Slow, lingering steps, 'cause each one gets me closer to the moment The moment of Revelation The moment I could have put off forever The moment I could have really done without The moment that's inevitable The moment of Revelation When it comes, my heart skips a beat I wait for the beating to resume- There's nothing there this one was quite funny. i wrote the first line intending to write about the recent haze problem in s'pore. it became an getting-back-exam-marks poem. i wonder why -.- lol.

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