Heart pounding and blood racing, like fire through my vains. Bullets fly above my head, like a stream of lead death. Yelling all around; whistling coming in from above, then nothing, as silence drowns all out
raw, strong imagery. not much rythm, but that kinda fits in with the overall image. nice job.
raw, strong imagery. not much rythm, but that kinda fits in with the overall image. nice job.