Friday night, London town
Hang with your friend
Both of you drown your sorrows
Drinking heavily
Outside their blown over by the wind
Rain pouring down
Perfect situation for the next motion
The friends argue and punching follows
One fist swings from the right
Connecting with the nose
Breaking it in two
Blood pissing and mixing with water
A knee to the torso
Falls to his knees
a one-two combo to the face
One lays in puddles the other stands
Rolling on the floor, being kicked
Two in the face and one in the back
A bone crunching foot to the nose
Breaking it more
The standing friend turns his back
The other gets to his feet
Lifts up the shirt
Cocks the gun
Unbeknownst to his mate
He shoots him in the back
Once, twice, three times
He stands laughing
An hour ago they were buddies
Now one lays dead
What drove him to murder
What else…a woman
Comments
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This kinda makes me think of how fragile frienships can be...One minute, best of friends the other, enemies. It's a sad thought but quite real as well. I like the way you expressed it...it sounds very real!
Beautifully written again!
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wowe... this is awesome! it was violent, pretty dark but very well written! emotional, but your ending was the killer! keep writing!
AWESOME!!!
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Damn this poem is good, the story in it is so true and it do happen often, as sad as it is.
Well written
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Whoa, a write with a unique take about a really hectic argument between two males just because of a woman, indeed; never seen a piece like this since the lines penned here described the scene so well ^^
Cheers, I pretty much like this write, indeed n.n
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