Focusing on slowing her breath, she struggled to keep running. They were getting closer.
Everything was a blur, from the initial attack to her jumping out the window.
And to think she had planned on getting hammered off her ass to forget her problems.
Really though, it was more fun trying to hunt those bastards down. She could almost smell their…
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread was his favorite proverb
It encapsulated his life in ways that spanned from ludicrous to profound
Ever since he was a boy, he would do the near impossible, twist fate into pretzels, and never miss a beat
Reveling in the audacity of the chaos he spread around like seeds from a dandelion caught in a tornado
Could do no wrong, and it was just the way of the universe
Evidently when you held your guardian angel hostage, you could ever be the fool, but were you?
Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience
Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser
Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular
Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.
Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.
Finding the darkness settling into his soul
Everything began to slow except his heartbeat
Animalistic screams escaped his tightening throat
Reaching up on tiptoes toward the full moon the transformation was complete
Don’t fear the reaper was a phrase that didn’t make sense
Reaper represented death, the end, that’s all folks
Everyone should be fearful. They should be scared witless.
And that’s why he was so confused at the moment
Didn’t these people understand he was the real thing, especially on Halloween?
Focusing on what caused him to tremble
Embracing the terror he held in his hand
Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage
Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”
Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled
As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road
Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear
Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger
On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity
Now it was time to pay for all those years of running… A single shot echoed.
Cloaked in her beloved darkness, she shivered with excitement
As she peered over her city, watching those far below
Putting fear in the hearts of those trying to hide in the night
Enabling her to sense her prey
Can’t make it hot enough to please him
He scarfs down whole scotch bonnets for breakfast
I even saw him puree ghost peppers and drink it as a smoothie
Last Superbowl was the topper. The con carne concoction he brought was pure chemical warfare
Leaving us all to stare in awe and fear as he ate the whole thing without a single sniffle
It did come to no surprise that his intestines eventually got their revenge for his war crimes.
Forcing his eyes open, Kevin squinted at the light
Eyes watered from the fetid smell, further obscuring his vision
All of his being screamed at him to run away
Run he did, but at the monster, scaring it away
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