Half Face
The silence is piercing, terrorism is imminent
Like waiting on the plate for the ball to be pitched
No idea of direction, speed or strength
On guard I wait, to cover my base
The curve ball from left is what to expect
The attack so severe, the defence so weak
Moments of fear, destruction and toture
My tears are a weapon
Strike one. I'm down nowhere to run
Face onslaught of what's about to take place
Strike two. I beg, yet on my knees
Time ticking by with anticipation high
Strike three. I'm out it's time to go
Strike me one, I chose pain
Strike me twice, I chose to save face
Strike me three times, I chose to walk on the path of safety
With chains and road blocks, it doesn't matter anymore
Atleast I ran with my half face
Strike me. Never again
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