The Highacres collegian. (Hazleton, PA) 1956-????, November 01, 1989, Image 6

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By Dan Hued
Running down a dark,
dismal alley,
I lunge into a
connecting alley,
dark and dreary,
full of decay
with all of its creatures
of the night,
like its brother in this
maze of evil.
My lungs scream for air,
precious as it is;
my legs yearn for rest;
my heart pounds
in my throat with fear;
my chest burns with fire.
But I can not rest for a
minute,
for I see the shadow
of my entity,
gliding swiftly after me
on the wall behind me.
A black cat pounces on me
from its perch
knocking me down
into an army
of garabage cans with its
legions of garbage.
As lumbering footsteps
echo in the darkness,
I hastily retrieve my senses
and trudge
through another dark,
twisting alley.
I hear my tormentor
mocking me,
in his low, deep, coarse
voice saying,
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"You can run,
but you can't hide.
You will never be safe
from me.
I am the unknown face
within you. In time
you will succumb
to my will"
I rushed down the alley
to find it elongated
with each passing momwnt.
The entity approached
the entrance of the alley,
raising hia long,long arms
out to me, and grinned
triumphantly,
"You are mine."
It seemed as if
time and space
were frozen for an
eternity.
I screamed as he came
closer
and closer and...
I awoke with a start
as streams of sweat
trickled
down mv face.
By Saha
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Your mom is dead
I saw her head in a pool
of red
Crack went the gun...
crack went the neck
I heard the bang, I saw
her hang
Lost is the life, gone is
the glow
What a waste in a pile
of snow
Toll the bell, for she's
headed for Hell
The bell was rung, the
Devil has sung
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By Dan Hued
"Friends treat you
like a new car
When first bought
and new
You are cared for
every passing minute
and treated with respect.
But when you become
old and grey
you are then tossed aside
with the other junk
to rot away for eternity.
Internal Inferno
By Saha
The climb is long and
tiring,
The struggle never ending
I twist, I turn trying to
unlock the bank that knows
all.
The secrets of my past
untold
Moments pass, memories
come and go
Trying to hold on,
letting go
time running out,
Things unfinished
Panic
Reaching out...
I grasp nothing
Nothing I hold in my
clutches.
Nothing is the Dark
Blanket before my eyes.
My past
Remembering nothing,
Seeing only darkness
-Solitude
Sinking deeper, and deeper
into the recesses
of my mind
Deeper I fall
Unable to reach out,
To stop
Lost is the struggle
Gone is the battle
I want out - I scream
My voice echoes
into to hollow pit
I know so well
The pit of Hell
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Music playing in the
Background
Friends waving hello and
laughing at my appearance
Do they realize that I am
dead or do they think of
it as a joke.
Just minutes ago I was
laughing too, but now,
not even a word comes
from my lips.
Not Not only students are
gone but teachers too.
We are dying every twenty
minutes
But who ever said that
life is fair.
I an angry because I am
so young,
What will my friends and
family do now that I am
gone.
Who will be the one to
do all that I s'Vt out to
do?
As I walk through the
campus people dodge me
because of the fear they
have about death.
They tell one another that
"This is ridiculous, it
will never happen to me."
Those frightening words
echo through my mind.
Do they realize that it
takes only one drunk
driver to hit their car
and then they will be gone.
Please God, stop the
madness.
Don't let anyone else die
today. It's not fun
being dead.
Nor is it fun to be
white-faced while every
one else is living.
Life is something we take
advantage of
IN one second my life was
taken away today
I was scared but most of
all upset.
I was upset because I
thought of all the people
that had died before me
and all that would follow
me as a result of drinking
drinking and driving.
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