"I hear these voices, but all they do is complain"
I hear the gunshots and men yelling in strength and pain.
The blood is splattered on the walls, the damn walls.
I hold my gun high, walking past the bodies, ignoring the cries of help and the hands reaching out.
My bloody hands fumble with the grenade before I throw it.
Seeing the bodies fly and they yell with sheer death and agony, a mist of blood stains the air, creeping my eyes. Dodging the bullets and leaping from the explosions.
Reloading my weapon frantically, dropping the bullets and feelings the blood and sweat drip in my eyes.
...Unloading the shotgun bullets in their face.
My knuckles are scraped and bloodied from punching and franctic beatings.
I've denied that Im human. I've killed so many...Yet, no bullet wounds upon me.
I gain victory.
I made this blog up while my brother was playing Medal of Honor.
I can make the oddest things from just a videogame.
The blood is splattered on the walls, the damn walls.
I hold my gun high, walking past the bodies, ignoring the cries of help and the hands reaching out.
My bloody hands fumble with the grenade before I throw it.
Seeing the bodies fly and they yell with sheer death and agony, a mist of blood stains the air, creeping my eyes. Dodging the bullets and leaping from the explosions.
Reloading my weapon frantically, dropping the bullets and feelings the blood and sweat drip in my eyes.
...Unloading the shotgun bullets in their face.
My knuckles are scraped and bloodied from punching and franctic beatings.
I've denied that Im human. I've killed so many...Yet, no bullet wounds upon me.
I gain victory.
I made this blog up while my brother was playing Medal of Honor.
I can make the oddest things from just a videogame.