The sound of the bullet leaving its chamber. The cold metal pierces through my head scrambling my skull, spluttering my brain on the dark alley wall. My eyes widen with the shock of my impending death when my body falls on the cold cement with a big thud. Coldness creeps over me, I try to say just one more word before I breathe my last, but all is lost as I chock, ready to expire into the next world. That is it. My life is over; I think only to wake up from the nightmare. The silky sheets of my bed were wrapped around my neck strangling me.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
HYPOCRITICAL WORLD
The world twirls in a hypocritical cycle
Choosing who to affect like a game of roulette
I have been a victim of such crime
A perpetrator of the same offence
It is what evolution teaches
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