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Originally Posted by flobotopics
how about your watching a movie and there is a part where the main character goes into a kitchen and the killer is there. well a lil later you got into your kitchen and its deja-vu. is the killer there? are you just scared for no reason? pretty open ended, lots of space to make something up
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Yes i dug this out of a grave... I'm bored.
I lay back in my seat with the credits flickering down the screen/
Another one about a killer and another over used murder scene/
I can't believe people could watch that crap... Like i just did/
Chick just walks into her kitchen and the killer pops her lid/
Oh well, another two hours of my life just down the drain/
I stare out my front window, great it's starting to rain/
I get up on my feet, feel the cold rushing through my spine/
Damn I’m pretty hungry, shoulda gone out while I had the time/
Screw it, I guess I’ll just have to raid the fridge for a TV dinner/
Walk into the kitchen, flip the lights, see the stars glimmer/
Stumble forward, making my way through the blind maze/
Hear something out the back, breaks my subtle daze/
What the hell was that sound, I’m getting some deja vu/
I feel the voice crawl through my skin, "I'm coming for you"/
What the hell man it was just a movie, probably the wind/
Knocking over the trash bags that I recently binned/
But I can't shake the feeling that someone's watching me/
The hairs on my neck raise, I gotta get the fuck out and flee/
Wow man, calm down, aint nobody gonna kill you/
The front door swings open and my blood runs blue/
I check for a hiding place as the footsteps enter my house/
I duck behind the counter like the chick in the blue blouse/
Damn man, her ass got killed by the end of this scene/
By that lean mean motherfucking killing machine/
The footsteps get closer and I’m consumed by the sound/
It’s like my own damn mortality coming to give me a pound/
I try to run to safety, but my legs don't wanna move/
Looks like I’m standing my ground without a point to prove/
Black cape appears standing between me and the doorway/
I got nowhere to run and this the final act of the play/
I just stare at his hand, as it raises towards my chest/
It’s like a one gun Mexican stand off in the wild ol' west/
The killer smiles, pulls the trigger, curing an itch/
My body falls, lays prone without even a flinch/
So tonight’s the night I die, ending my movie watching career/
Remember it's not reality, but the deja vu that you fear/
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