He cut the drive
Poke a clown
And saved you
From those people
The both of you ran afterwards
Faster than as it could
Like wolves and foxes
Inside the woods
Surpassing challenges
Obstacles that stings
sidetracked on treachery roads
Jumped it over then fall
Rules forgotten, broke it
Dignity wasted, became useless
Spotlights become darken
As your name fades away
You've got a hit
By numerous bullets
And both of you died
In the middle of the mist
Written in: May 03, 2019
Published in: April 29, 2020
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