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The Troubled Man

May 6, 2019
By Viggy BRONZE, Cerritos, California
Viggy BRONZE, Cerritos, California
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Blood on my shirt, eyes filled with tears,

the screams of pain rang through my ears.

Like an animal in the savanna

I fought to survive, with a knife in my hand

I knew it was either me

or them that was going to die.


My neck kinda chilling

This game I be killing


I kept stabbing, stabbing and stabbing

Until I saw the life drain from their eyes

The savage animal inside me was satisfied

But then the human side came out to play

I felt guilty with my filthy hands covered in blood

I started to run thinking it could save me

But in the end, I will still be the one

The one that will be done


My neck kinda chilling

This game I be killing


Finally, the sirens rang throughout the city

hearing this I knew that I’m history.

Stopping in my tracks, I sat and waited,

waited for my inevitable demise.

The only regret I have now is telling my mom

I had just killed a man.


My neck kinda chilling

This game I be killing

 

 

 

Refrain from “Early Afternoon Stroll” a song by Yung Gravy


The author's comments:

This piece was really where I could let my mind run free and think of creative and interesting ideas.


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