Running out of time and starting to worry
I bite my nails off just to see color
You aren't coming back and I think you are
Dead
I see the flashing red before me,
Warning you to hurry on up
I think you aren't going to make it
In this situation
You're the one who usually cracks
But here I go, screaming your name as if it will save my life
Well here I see you, tripping on all this red liquid
Still flowing towards the floor
I notice it's following you, so duh it's yours
I heard that bullet shot and it'll haunt me forever
Then I hear you skull break
They say you cannot hear the shot that kills you
And about now I’m guessing they were right
A contest entry
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4500 points, ended September 2, 2007, 31 entries
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what do you think? Bloody enough? Too much pain/blood?
Comments
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This makes me think of watching inept gamers playing Halo or something, getting wasted all over the place
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