Biography of Apollo Chatman
Living a death, or, dying a life.
Clear, the screams sent my body into shocks
My hot blood flowed, the adrenaline made tides of it
Boiling sweat rolled down my cheeks into a box,
My body formed - curled, so that my eyes were hid
Voices pounded my earlobes in flairs of a samurai's stroke
'Help me! ', 'We're dying! ' 'Don't just stand there! '
It was only a matter of time before my mind had broke
After guilt tripping, how could I possibly stand fear?