Your soulmate wasn’t supposed to be perfect. You were meant to see the cracks in her soul and fill them with what you have and she was meant to see yours. Together you would be complete.” ― Shannon L. Alder
I have been watching this Scream series, done by Netflix, loosely based on the Scream horror films from when I was a teenager. The show is pretty decent. It has interesting characters with more depth because you can do that with episodes as opposed to movies. As well, the creators are able to string the plot out, giving the episodes more meat that way. It remains a typical teen horror genre show, as the movies were, but I enjoy it. Maybe it’s nastelgia, or maybe it’s knowing most of the main characters are going to get killed off. But exactly how? And when?
The poem below is loosely based off of the Netflix series.
Life’s a scream,You may not find much, you can redeem.
When life’s a scream,
The parties, drinking, people becoming obscene.
And life’s a scream,
You may not find, the pearl in the center of your dreams.
Life’s a scream,
But I find this horror genre a has been,
Life’s a scream,
In the day, the conversation ebbs and sways; I lean,
On sidewalk cracks and think, life’s a scream,
Unless you’re out of your mind trying not to bleed.
A wound from your soul; life’s a scream,
When were caught in-between, the middle and the end scene.
Yes, life’s a scream,
The killer lurking, ending all our dreams.
But people keep on saying, ” Life’s a scream.”
Yet, it’s only madness; ripped out seams;
Here’s to everything; life’s a scream,
In the end, a dark blank screen.
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