Deep in his eyes u can see the fire in his eyes. U can see is soul which is a dark figure staring at u. His hands are big, with blood on the knuckles, and bruises around the wrist. He is the type of guy that punches holes in the wall. The man that head blows off like frankstein when he gets upset. He nevers smile only wen he is your bed. Be careful might be your dreams. Soon as you , wake up, hes on the top of you, and hands around your throat, and choking you to death. You are gasping for air, praying to God that soon this be over. Then he lets go ur throat and whisphers in ur ear. He says My name Charles Johnson . If i ever hearing you acting tough, and doing crimes and I will kill you. He gets up and walks away. U get up and leave. So think before you do stuff or wen become angry.
- Author: PoeticSisi0705 ( Offline)
- Published: February 16th, 2017 07:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Stop all the maddness and violence.
- Category: Short story
- Views: 32
Comments2
Yes thanks 4 the support
It is sad what humans do these days. Great write
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