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Post by Tiny on Jan 27, 2009 23:23:21 GMT -5
Fight, Fight, Fight! Those and the kids screaming and chanting pulse through my ears I stare at the person that makes me so mad I want to fight Fight, fight, fight!
I punch I kick I scream
I sometimes think it helps my anger but does it? I love the feeling I get when I fight I loves how I make people hurt But, does it help my anger?
Fight, fight, fight! Will this be the last fight I will ever have? I saw the shiny metal gun that person had in his coat I saw the fire in his eyes But I kept fighting I loved how the crowd chanted 'fight, fight, fight!'
I punched him that seemed to trigger his anger more but I did nothing I kicked raising the anger I screamed annoying him o.O
I saw the shining metal gun come out and everyone gasping There was no 'fight, fight, fight!' anymore He pointed the gun right at me then I waited I waited for the him to press the trigger The sound of the gun going off in my head somehow amazed me. Then BAM
The gun went of, and the bullet of that shiny metal gun shot me right in the heart Falling, into black nothingness, I laugh because I saw the fear in the man's eyes. He had never shot anyone I know it
I will miss the chanting fight, fight, fight. I will miss the fear people have I will miss how I hurt people In this Ring of Death.
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