a barrage of punches
i feel on my face
through bloodshot eyes
i search a way out of this place

the smell of fear
is uncomfotably near
spilling that pint
does not end with the fight

the click clack of his gun
im sure that im done

then i see my escape
a perfectly placed weapon
with this stool i`ll threaten
and over his head it will break
blood down his face
to his knees without grace

the gun to the floor
as he looks up for more
do i choose that
or the door

guns in my hand
a red mist soon desends
"we could of been friends"
i say

"why take it this way"

now its your life that will end
with the smooth bullets i`ll send

his corpse on the tiles
the crowd all with smiles
for the man they all fear
just died for a beer

wow...nice writing...i see the whole scene....

thanks hun, im not happy with it, my insperation has gone

Cool Write

i really like it, lone.

dont you give up on that inspiration, it comes a-knocking when you least expect it....