Jackson
The door, it swings for man to enter,
letting in the cold of winter.
Has this man in neon hide,
no care for all of us inside?
But of course not,
I know it well:
people are the kin of hell.
Back again I turn to barmaid,
smiling earlier who I made.
She can't see, behind my eyes,
there's only disgust, masked by lies.
In hundred, she's another dime,
on whom I'd never spend my time.
Damn them all - is my decision,
it's time to end my final mission.
I grab my smokes, and can of Jack,
and out the door, I don't look back.
But few more steps and world's in twirl,
I've rushed into a white-haired girl.
Ice on ground, we both are go,
asses first - into the snow!
I would have cursed and damned that punk,
if shouts weren't coming from my trunk.
In there, tied, was my last foe,
whose life I'll end before I go.
And looking at that girl's pale face,
to call the cops she surely raced?
To back away, while down, she hurries:
clearly for her life she worries.
But my mind does calculations…
how far away are police stations?
The risks seem small, so up I get…
and hide in snow that girl I let.
Don’t matter lights of blue and red,
when morning comes, I'll too be dead.
No more waiting, no more action:
suicide the end of Jackson.
But barely can I take my seat,
when ground grows non below my feet.
Snow and dirt are mixed with air,
cars, where parked, no longer there.
A light of green rips from above,
with no mercy, care, or love.
In its power, so well suited,
trees from ground all get uprooted.
And as my vision grows to none,
I'm all but sure my death has come.
Oh, how strange my final scene,
flying into sky so green.
Against the rule of nature's law,
all sucked up like juice through straw.
A moment’s terror strikes my chest,
I feel, too close my final rest.
Death, in truth, unwelcomed guest,
still wish to live in heart I nest.
But force of sky it leaves no choice,
suffocates my frightened voice.
All I had I can't get back,
I know as world around turns black.
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