One time I drifted
I held a knife
In front of people
Who stole something
One held a gun
Yelled "Back off!"
Pointing it
To my head
No fear in my heart
Just a glee
And a grin
Come the slash
Come the splash
From the throat
Fell the gunman
Next one came close
With a metal bat
Clashed to my skull
No pain felt
Hysterically
The knife got stuck
To the man's fat abdomen
Releasing the insides
Boy, it stank crap
Last, but not least
The one with tough face
Fists so large
Faces will break
(Well, that rhymed
With no intention)
He was slow
I stepped side by side
Inches closer
Target his jewels
He held for it
So dearly
Tears flow out
His eyes
Laughter broke silence
Blood stenches
What they stole
I won't remember
Just the sensation
As I saw their terror
In their faces
Before the door
Of tdeath.
How horrifying
If that were true.
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Mind Drift
SonstigesA certain random writings when I get bored and drift from reality. Maybe a few random thoughts along.