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I came to buy four kilos — one last patch, and then enough, I told myself. New faces. Dead eyes. A “wait here” that tasted like metal and regret. Lines on the table— not kindness, just bait for whatever fool walked in breathing. And my pulse whispered, soft but sharp: Wrong house. Wrong men. Wrong night. Then he came in— the goon. Pistol low, morals lower, breath smelling like tomorrow wasn’t promised to either of us. **** product,” I said. **** future.” And I— I slammed their brick into his wall like a prayer nobody sane would say. He raised the iron. And there— right there— the old hunter in me woke, like Fenris rising in my eyes, my gaze going full Ragnarok. I lifted the bag. Met his stare. Said, “Sorry, man… I’m ****** up.” Paid the devil. Walked out alive. Walked out shaking. Walked out knowing I shouldn’t have walked out at all. Four kilos. One gun. One dead man walking. But the one who died— wasn’t me. It was the man I used to be. And he stayed in that room. On that floor. Under that gun. Where I left him.
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
Vazago
“Four Kilos”
I came to buy four kilos — one last patch, and then enough, I told myself. New faces. Dead eyes. A “wait here” that tasted like metal and regret. Lines on the table— not kindness, just bait for whatever fool walked in breathing. And my pulse whispered, soft but sharp: Wrong house. Wrong men. Wrong night. Then he came in— the goon. Pistol low, morals lower, breath smelling like tomorrow wasn’t promised to either of us. **** product,” I said. **** future.” And I— I slammed their brick into his wall like a prayer nobody sane would say. He raised the iron. And there— right there— the old hunter in me woke, like Fenris rising in my eyes, my gaze going full Ragnarok. I lifted the bag. Met his stare. Said, “Sorry, man… I’m ****** up.” Paid the devil. Walked out alive. Walked out shaking. Walked out knowing I shouldn’t have walked out at all. Four kilos. One gun. One dead man walking. But the one who died— wasn’t me. It was the man I used to be. And he stayed in that room. On that floor. Under that gun. Where I left him.
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It's slowly dwindling away Crumbling into pieces That can never be repaired Breaking down to the point Of no return I'm loosing it The ability to feel To give in to my emotions Its as if my sanity Slowly sinks into oblivion I used to have them Feelings of joy Of sadness and pain Of anger and lust Or even love But as the days pass by And age catches up My heart begins to harden To feel as cold as ice Like I'm barely even alive I was once a young boy With eyes full of dreams And a heart full of courage An unwaivering mindset To take the world head on But Reality was cruel I kept searching for happiness But all it gave was pain And as I succumbed to endless pain I started to not care at all Years passed by and yet I still struggle in the pain I still endure the bitterness Stuck on my mouth As if it were candies Soon after I'm left here Wanting to feel again Wanting my chest to swell With anger or excitement I don't even care which I just want to start feeling again For time to move from hereon To exist again in this timeline To love and lose once more To experience emotions like so They still evade me though The feelings that once coloured The corners of my heart And graced the different periods Of my rollercoaster life Someday I may lose it all The emotions that once Made me feel alive I'm a dead man walking right now Just waiting for the final execution I hope someone intervenes I hope that phone call comes The call thats saves me from This endless pit I don't want to go to An emotionless and dull damnation Because I don't wanna lose it all I just want to feel that I exist And that I am worth something That I am worth saving And I deserve to be alive even as the mess I truly am I simply want to feel again..
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
LonelyBard
Dead Man Walking
It's slowly dwindling away Crumbling into pieces That can never be repaired Breaking down to the point Of no return I'm loosing it The ability to feel To give in to my emotions Its as if my sanity Slowly sinks into oblivion I used to have them Feelings of joy Of sadness and pain Of anger and lust Or even love But as the days pass by And age catches up My heart begins to harden To feel as cold as ice Like I'm barely even alive I was once a young boy With eyes full of dreams And a heart full of courage An unwaivering mindset To take the world head on But Reality was cruel I kept searching for happiness But all it gave was pain And as I succumbed to endless pain I started to not care at all Years passed by and yet I still struggle in the pain I still endure the bitterness Stuck on my mouth As if it were candies Soon after I'm left here Wanting to feel again Wanting my chest to swell With anger or excitement I don't even care which I just want to start feeling again For time to move from hereon To exist again in this timeline To love and lose once more To experience emotions like so They still evade me though The feelings that once coloured The corners of my heart And graced the different periods Of my rollercoaster life Someday I may lose it all The emotions that once Made me feel alive I'm a dead man walking right now Just waiting for the final execution I hope someone intervenes I hope that phone call comes The call thats saves me from This endless pit I don't want to go to An emotionless and dull damnation Because I don't wanna lose it all I just want to feel that I exist And that I am worth something That I am worth saving And I deserve to be alive even as the mess I truly am I simply want to feel again..
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