The Curse Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in
Pull it back, turn off the safety and let the hollows fly
Seven.44 eagles rip through its flesh
Its screams of pain seem to shake the room, but 'Blood Reign' tones it out
The clip signals its empties with a click, gun smokes and the vibrations still rattles through my hand

Heart pumps fast, though I breathe slow

Its mass falls to the ground and a black pool baths the creature
Its black pupils with a dark golden iris stares at me

I calmly reload the clip
The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in
Pull it back and let the hollows fly
One.50 action express hollow tipped eagle soars between its eyes
Thus as its life faded, so did my curse
My soul cries blood, but I cry none
Gun smokes and the vibrations still rattle through my hand

Heart pumps slow, I breathe slow

'Blood Reign' fades and I close my eyes
Its mass reforms and lets out a loud roar
I look back into his dark soulful eyes of hatred
It hates me, though, I do not hate it
It exists, because I still exists