Things Fall apart (vol. 1)

Amidst a silhouette of dark screams I scurry Head ducked, so as to seemingly dodge a typhoon ofbullets Bodies, like cheese, spread on the duty crusts of Main Street The smell of blood, sweat and fear engulfs the town in ghoulish splendour Erratic heart relegates thoughts with adrenalin anaesthetics My muscles, like a sailor’s twine, tighten tighter than tight Pupils dilate; vision sharpens with a blurry precision All seven senses heightened, like a tiger I crouch, ready to pounce “You can do this, feet don’t fail me now!” {end of Vol.1}