Reflection of a bull

Written by: Ace X

The smell of adrenaline is alive. My body prepares, yet what i smell is that of a lie . My death follows my need, so i go toward the red, the paradise of pleasure, and i start to bleed. The noise gets louder, and i get smaller. I pull back and realize, i need to go harder. So i run as fast as i can, and not after what i need, but all that which they want to take from me. In the crowd i spring. Now their red i taste. Nothing of a win, but its more of a change of day for them.