Poems from Tina_Dag
Tick tock goes the clock
Glock in hand
Steady and cocked
Tick tock on the dot
Beating sidewalk
Adrenaline shot
Tick tock ready or not...
To survive another day is a lifestyle;
We don't live anymore, not when we have to keep our eyes open
Because of the giant targets on our...
Bonechiller
Rattles the ribs,
Chills the bones,
Breaks through the barrier of flesh
Sticking its knife like fingers
Into my skin,...