The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in <br />Pull it back, turn off the safety and let the hollows fly <br />Seven.44 eagles rip through its flesh <br />Its screams of pain seem to shake the room, but 'Blood Reign' tones it out <br />The clip signals its empties with a click, gun smokes and the vibrations still rattles through my hand <br /> <br />Heart pumps fast, though I breathe slow <br /> <br />Its mass falls to the ground and a black pool baths the creature <br />Its black pupils with a dark golden iris stares at me <br /> <br />I calmly reload the clip <br />The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in <br />Pull it back and let the hollows fly <br />One.50 action express hollow tipped eagle soars between its eyes <br />Thus as its life faded, so did my curse <br />My soul cries blood, but I cry none <br />Gun smokes and the vibrations still rattle through my hand <br /> <br />Heart pumps slow, I breathe slow <br /> <br />'Blood Reign' fades and I close my eyes <br />Its mass reforms and lets out a loud roar <br />I look back into his dark soulful eyes of hatred <br />It hates me, though, I do not hate it <br />It exists, because I still exists<br /><br />Demetrius JonesDixon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-curse-26/
