Tales From The Crypt Poem by Gareth Simpson

the night is dark and dusty
the trail is stained with blood
the wind is kinda gusty
and the fields full of mud

The rain is hitting heavey
the clouds are thick and full
Ive tried running from the levee
but i only sit and mull

Ok now look ive lost somethings in my life id prefer to of kept
i went heart on my sleeve and foward i lept
somethings have gone and others have stayed
sometimes i think id have been best to stay where i layed
But in a fighters world i guess its only round 2
The balls in my court and im driving it through
ive tried to please people through bravado and struts
and i only got left nursing my nuts
who i am i only have an idea
but theres only one distinction between courage and fear
So far ive been black but i wanna be white
if only to know what it would feel like