The Orange-Sphered Doom
Everything in my life raced before my eyes
I couldn’t think straight; the real hell was on the rise.
My eyes glanced and bounced around the room;
Always adjusting my gaze upon the tiny, orange-sphered doom.
It was painstakingly obvious; why couldn’t I just do it?
I was in the wrong, or so as that hit
I couldn’t believe what was done. The orange-sphered doom was the way out.
I had it all; my belief was the only route.
My heart beat a thousand miles an hour.
Death seemed sweet, yet it was indefinitely sour.
I had the power within me to hold back…
It became too late; Satan had attacked.