FROM MISCONCEPTIONS OF HELL:
Matthew stood staring at the sunset,
While trying to shake out a head full of sand,
Otherwise known as a week-long drinking binge.
When he woke-up on the sand,
The sun appeared to be going down,
And blazing red in color,
But over the last twenty minutes –
It turned blue,And the round ball of fire –
Began to look more and more like his skull.
He’s had friends,
While in the throes of alcohol poisoning,
Swear that their apartments were overrun with spiders.
Matthew’s not sure if that’s the case,
Or if the sun is the grim reaper,
Welcoming him home.