I noticed that I hadn't posted anything new aince August, so I decided to post this poem that was just chilling on my computer. Poor lonely poem. I'd love it if anyone would care to review. I've been trying to improve my poems, so any advice is most certainly welcome!
Disclaimer: No tengo las tortugas ninja adolescentes mutantes. ^_^
My blades are fending them off.
They're singing,
Slicing through air.
I hear my bro's screaming.
It's ringing;
Foreign notes dwell in my ear.
Hurriedly, I run forward.
I'm gliding;
Nasty thoughts lie in mind.
I see death's minions by my bro.
They're laughing.
Evil is defined in mockery.
I swipe their heads.
They're rolling,
With bloody trials behind.
His brown eyes are wide behind purple.
He's crying.
Shocked glance directed at me?
My breaths are labored.
I'm wheezing
With a bullet in my soul.
He puts pressure on the blood.
He's pushing.
The purple bandana is on my wound.
My strength depletes.
Life's darkening.
I see red on me.
I shove away the back fog.
I'm struggling.
The fight's happening all in my head.
I hear Don's cries for assistance.
I'm grinning.
There ain't nothing to worry about.
