PLUGS AD CHAINSAWS.....

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Art work : http://www.kellyreemtsen.com/


As he run round that odd looking corner. He decided to turn up the music..

Slaughter House was playing... Rescue me featuring Skylar Grey...

He related to each line. Damn he had reached that point in life where a man feels like nothing matters anymore...

Love was lost, Job busted, Family a disgrace... He was never one who aimed for success but he had hoped all would get better..

He neither believed nor understood fate nor God, yet sometimes he closed his eyes and whispered a prayer. If it could be called that...

He fell not because he was a weak man but he was broken, he could no longer go on for fuck it who would miss him if he is gone...

Perhaps he had suicidal tendencies but he rarely exhibited it and he wasn't that brave enough...

So he rose up and run around the corner which felt like a circle in a tight square but he still run. He could hear his heart pounding in accord with the high bass song pumping through the earplugs...

Was he really running or just dreaming... It felt like a new experience but then he turned that curve and He felt it...


It was cold and dark and it felt like a never ending pain . He reached up and saw himself fading away.. He had been stabbed..

Funny a broken man was being murdered.. For what, he was being robbed of his phone.. He knew he had heard them asking so why had he not he given it up ?

Guess this was the end of a miserable life...

As he lay there in a pool of blood and saw life flash before his eyes, he fast-forwarded because  he didn't want to  live through it again..

So there lies a man broken and lost, for all he stood and crumbled for he was but just a MAN.....

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