Struggle Poem by JamesStyle

One night, One knife, One strike. Darkness resumes to consume the room.
And still i am only bruised by the miner confuse, Pleased to be excused,
I am what most men would call reduced. Top just got down a notch, Speed released my creed, the unnecessary monitory was indubitable comprehending. There it was, The object i was to close. I was out of control, a stabbing motion to the chest. the blood flood would not rest. There it was.