demi-fail
05-20-2010, 08:06 PM
My Demise
I sit waiting, thinking. Head down, mouth gagged, arms bound. F**k. It’s dark, light glistens off my capturer’s tool. A gun. F**k keeps coming to mind.
Afraid? Nah… just regretting what I never did. He says words. I don’t care. I’m dead. I’m prepared. Well… almost. S**t, I still want out. F**k.
I sit waiting, thinking. Head down, mouth gagged, arms bound. F**k. It’s dark, light glistens off my capturer’s tool. A gun. F**k keeps coming to mind.
Afraid? Nah… just regretting what I never did. He says words. I don’t care. I’m dead. I’m prepared. Well… almost. S**t, I still want out. F**k.