Week 5: Bodey vs Ender BODEY WINS

Ender · 04-24-2020, 06:06 AM

Living in Fear
It’s a monotonous buzz, fear is a chainsaw blade
It never goes away, I’m even afraid of being afraid
Trying to fade into the background wherever I go
So I don’t have to fight, so it never comes to blows
I suppose it’s why I try to never meet the eye
Of girls and guys in the street passing by
Deny eye contact and show no facial expression
Avoid a painful session of unstable aggression
But I question what this is really about my friend
Why I want to shout but I tend to back down in the end
Never hold my ground and defend, what is this fear?
Is it mere harsh words that I can’t bear to hear?
Or do I fear violence leading to a downturn in my health?
Or in a confrontation, what I might learn about myself?

I dwell on on this as I’m walking the streets in a slump
Watching my feet, I think it’s clear that….. BUMP!
“Watch where you’re going, you stupid queer cunt!”
Sheer blunt rage in the voice, I could hear the affront
He had a mohawk, black leather jacket and boots
A nose-ringed brute who looked used to disputes
I could feel my heart pump, maybe this was the time
Don’t be a coward, standing up for yourself isn’t a crime
“Sorry about that,” mumbled quietly. Pathetic.
Should be ready to rumble, not shyly apologetic
Yet still apoplectic, a boot lashes out
Blood splashes about from the crashing clout
No doubt unconscious, maybe dead
Tried to get back up, got a boot to the head

I had always lived in fear, what would happen if I confront?
My wrath escaped and I killed that mohawked queer cunt

04-24-2020, 06:06 AM	#7
Ender Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2017 Posts: 118 Battle Record: 5-12 Rep Power: 247411	Living in Fear It’s a monotonous buzz, fear is a chainsaw blade It never goes away, I’m even afraid of being afraid Trying to fade into the background wherever I go So I don’t have to fight, so it never comes to blows I suppose it’s why I try to never meet the eye Of girls and guys in the street passing by Deny eye contact and show no facial expression Avoid a painful session of unstable aggression But I question what this is really about my friend Why I want to shout but I tend to back down in the end Never hold my ground and defend, what is this fear? Is it mere harsh words that I can’t bear to hear? Or do I fear violence leading to a downturn in my health? Or in a confrontation, what I might learn about myself? I dwell on on this as I’m walking the streets in a slump Watching my feet, I think it’s clear that….. BUMP! “Watch where you’re going, you stupid queer cunt!” Sheer blunt rage in the voice, I could hear the affront He had a mohawk, black leather jacket and boots A nose-ringed brute who looked used to disputes I could feel my heart pump, maybe this was the time Don’t be a coward, standing up for yourself isn’t a crime “Sorry about that,” mumbled quietly. Pathetic. Should be ready to rumble, not shyly apologetic Yet still apoplectic, a boot lashes out Blood splashes about from the crashing clout No doubt unconscious, maybe dead Tried to get back up, got a boot to the head I had always lived in fear, what would happen if I confront? My wrath escaped and I killed that mohawked queer cunt