MY LAST HOURS I open the door, Re-cap my life once more. What a drag, no friends to tell, no stories to share. I walk down the hall, Alone. It's all my fault. Step Into the kitchen, at least there's no wife bitchin'. Turn on the stove, I want some Pizza, I doze off. Wake up 5 mins. later, The stove's still heating up. I amaze myself at how pathetic my life is. Look at the clock. 2:30. Decide to take a bath. I turn on the lights, the fan, and the water. I wait 3 mins., get in. I scrub my feet. Then wash my hair. I start to wash my arms when...!...I hear the smoke alarm. ----! I left the stove on. I jump out of the bath. Throw on some boxers and a pair of pants. I run into the kitchen...it's ALL burning...I figure, since my life is going this way, why not? I walk towards the burning stove. Raise my arm. Slam it on the raging inferno. I hold back the screams. Look down. My skins melting. I can smell it now. I want to remove my hand from the blaze, but I refuse. 30 sec. later I decide to find another way. At this point the whole kitchen is burning. I try to raise my arm, but can't. It's melted to the iron surface and formed a seal. Well, this is it. My arm is slowly melting and deteriorating. I pull. It detatches. With my one arm and bloody stub I walk towards the T.V. I reach and turn it on. I lay beneath it. Pull it on my face. 10,000 V. rushing through my body. It finally stops. I'm alive? I see flames but it could just be my house. I hear an ambulance and decide, screw it...again...I'm not living with these deformities. So I walk outside to the side yard. I take my one arm and pick up a hammer on the ground. I reach back. SLAM! BANG! I smash it into the propane tank in front of me. That's it, I'm finally dead. No more misery. Just a lot of sleep...Finally, I can rest in peace.
