12 Lives

Asleep, upright, with arms folded
Drowsy and now half awake, he pushed back
Walking forward, his eyes molded
He dropped in the gap, looking at me
BAM!
The crowd twisted, all scared
Except me, my eyes fixed on his face
Without enjoyment, he stopped, stared
I shuddered at the cold face, wanted distance
Too late, pulled the trigger
Doesn't matter how tough you are, he said
I fell on the bigger
Lesiure couch, he walked out on the terrace
I'm part of the scene
He was unaware of them, the pathetic people
Trying to escape the obscene