Come on, he said, it’ll be good

Everyone’s goin’ from the neighborhood

Got the tickets, got some snacks

We’ll just hang out, we’ll just relax

Nestled into crowded seats

We held hands and felt complete

Flickering lights in the solemn dark

All at once came sudden sparks

Smoke and gas filled the air

Special effects meant just to scare?

No, not at all, this is for real

Stinging eyes, that burning feel

Hot shards tearing through my skin

Molten metal weaves within

Blood, tears and children’s screams

Chill my bones like ghastly dreams

Consuming what should have been fun

The maniac murders everyone

Like threatened spiders people crawled

Across the aisles the dead are sprawled

My head spins, painful throbbing

Sisters, brothers moaning, sobbing

All the while the silver screen

Plays on surreal fiction scene

And we all ask is this your will to do

No, God said, I’m crying too.