| When the time comes, Will I know, And for this life, What do I have to show, No time to think, Just do, Didn't get to live through and through, What am I than just another face, Wishing to end my chase, This is all I need to know, But what do I have to show, This constant grief its like death, Never got to catch my breath, Every step I take, Could be the last I make, This life's not for me, I want to get away, Living the life of internal gray, Nothings new its all the same, Running for freedom, And I have the blame, Who am I kidding nothing's the same, Wishing they would end this game, What I know won't ever grow, And what do I have to show. |
| George M. Pinel The Unknown 1-24-04 Part 2 |
| I have to go, and cover my tracks. I think I am being followed: by who? I don't know, but I know that I will lose. I just don't know when, or where. I've been here too long and it's been awhile since I have seen them, so they're due for their recurring chain of attack. I can't even remember why they hate me too bad, but I have my suspicions. Just before the fateful day, I heard my mom talking about debt. But as I said before, my memory became rusty. I finish covering my tracks and start walking. I notice that it starts to get chilly and my wounds start to chill too. The wounds were from a lost battle some twelve years ago. Those incidents, I can remember vividly. The sky was dark and the wind, chilly, much like now. My destination point was far from where I was and I was behind schedule. If I didn't want to be seen by these "people" than I would have to pick up the pace. I began to run, faster and faster, but I fell flat on my face. I looked up and two snakes were approaching me. I began to crawl backward, but it seemed futile. Suddenly, a loud gunshot filled the air and as soon as I blinked both snake guts had been all over the ground. I stood up and began to run as fast as I could from the man with the gun, but that was also futile. He kept shooting, but for some reason none of them hit me. I kept running, and this time it was much faster. I ran and ran, but the man holding the gun followed. Behind him came a large vehicle containing two men with much faster shooting guns, and they also shot. One of those men shot me in the leg and I collapsed, then another shot me in the face, right above my cheek and I began to scream in pain. But I knew that if I stop now, then what had happened would be mere child's play. I wish I stopped there because everything added up is probably more than what would happened then. I continued to run until another one of the vehicles approached me. I tried to hurriedly think, but it was no use. The man stepped out of the vehicle and pulled out a gun. I quickly gave him a jab to the face and took his gun. Before I could shoot him I had to steal his vehicle, but when I got in, I had no time to waste. Speedily, I drove far away from the vehicle, and then I slept out there for the night. |
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