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Mar 2016
It was one of those nights...
Filled with rage, feeling like a fight,
I could've turned on anyone and taken a bite.
So I skulked in the darkest corner,
of the blackest club I could discover.
And I waited until someone pushed me...

No one would touch me...
Punks too weedy, needing someone "easy."
I watched them all night...
About three, pushing this woman around,
calling her "*****" pushing her down.
I'm so angry, my glass shatters in my hand...

Without hesitation I rise
and I see the sudden surprise in their eyes.
Blood drips from my fingertips...
I smile as they leave her and pull knives,
bracing for impact they flinch before they dive.
Through darkness, their lunges land pathetically.

I pull the shiv from the first
and push him into the second.
The third falls onto me so easily...
I puncture his body thrice and throw him down,
the other two come back as the heat makes me swoon.
I laugh hysterically as they brutally meet their doom...

Barmaid's shaking on the cold floor...
Yet, she tells me she can handle herself
as I offer her a bloodied hand...
I lift her to her feet and she smiles weakly,
drawn to me, naturally, I ask her to show me.
Just because I was bored, I've condemned the both of us...

We're running through the alley...
Out back, the cold night teases our skin
and the kiss completes our prelude to sin...
I know I'm as bad as those men,
but she doesn't see, I'm the one to blame.
My impulses, my life, is as evil as any petty ****...

In just months we're robbing houses...
Now partners, we're pulling guns on pensioners
and taking anything we can fence to buyers...
She now laughs when she sees blood,
she loves guns and the violent, visceral buzz.
We're both in this together, forever...

Drowning in naΓ―vety and blinding sin...
We were never going to live forever and ever
nor were we going to pass on peacefully...
After a bank we'd bust wide open,
we were drowning in cash, every dollar stolen.
Before we knew it, our apartment door was blown wide.

We'd pulled guns without a single thought...
They wouldn't take us alive, as we opened fire
and pounded armour clad troopers with hell and brimstone.
Smoke choked us both, automatic fire blasted our ears
but we continued to fight through our tears.
I wasn't sure if it was the gas or just me...

I fell into the back-room with my own little sinner...
Barring the door as best we could, there was no way out
and as tear gas crept in we kissed to the law-men's shouts.
With the world collapsing around us, our hearts fearless,
we readied our weapons for one last push...
When the shots started firing, and I started dying, her ferocity made me blush.
The life of two criminals in a world of violence. By no means are these good people but it's interesting to see it from their perspectives.
Peter Watkins
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Peter Watkins  19/M/England
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