TRAPPED
The Bloodied floor coated with blood, himself covered in mud. His world falling and crumbling beneth him to bits, he is stuck in real deep shit. He has two choices: to live or die, to him they had turned a blind eye. He finds what he is looking for; his father kept it close when he found out he had been knocking on deaths door. It is found, his fathers gun , he pulls the trigger and with a bang… the blood begins to run. After the trio finds him in shi no numa , they knew that they should have come soona. What the kids used to describe as something fun, now usually ends up as red rum…
This poem is about one of the guys in she no numa or Shangri-La I don't know which one but I digress, since I really don't care at this point in time.