The middle of my pie

How about a cherry pie?
What would it mean to you if I gave you one?
I don’t like cherry pie,
Nor would I ever eat one.
And I wouldn’t expect my friends to think that I would.

So what if someone gave me a cherry pie?
Would I say thank you?
Would I look at it in disgust?
Do I even know what I’d do with it?

I don’t think I’d eat it,
I think cherries are gross like that,
But it’s rude not to eat something a friend thought to give you,
So what would I do?

I’ll tell you what I’d do.
I’d take the pie somewhere else,
And throw it away,
Not because I don’t like that person,
Not because I don’t care,
I just don’t like cherry pie,
Why should they care?

Then I’d go get them something,
And make it just as sweet,
And hope that I got them something they’d actually eat!!!

Death’s Kiss

Hot water springs forth!!!!!!!!!

Then there’s silence……

From out of the other corner of my eye,
I catch I glimpse of a figure.

Steam rises now…
And there’s moisture in the air.

I hear a light step from behind my left backside,
I know they’re near.

Why they have come,
I still do not know.
I hope this is only a dream.

A red glow begins to illuminate the area,
Though the in the light it is still too dim to see.

I can smell something now,
Though I’m not sure what it might be.

My guess would be clean laundry,
And that’s not a good description.

It becomes intense, and now I can feel its texture,
Moving through the room, preparing to make a move.

I begin to realize, just as I hear some quick movement,
I may not even be alive, at this very moment.

A shock goes through me, it’s cold and comforting, and my eyes shut for a second.

This is either a dream or I’m dead,
This feeling I can not describe,
Why?

What did I do?
Where did I go wrong?
Or is it just inside my head?