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Walking in 2004 - Part One

Walking home, Darkened Street,
Dim lights, quite heart beat,
Three approaching, from behind,
Unafraid, yet mortally blind,
Evil gaze, then a yell;
"give us your shit, you fucken freak!"

Under my dark hood, my eyes looked up with hell,
raising my head, eyes locked on, but did not speak,
a gun pointed at my head, Cold and grey,
Mortal eyes unaware, I grab his hand and push the gun away,
With an unhuman scream, I grab his throat,
Hissing, bearing my teeth, the black blur of my coat,
My nails against his arteries, I clench a fist,
Red stains on his shirt, the sent of blood, a beautiful mist,

His friends, they fled,
Scared, when he bleed,
There backs to me, running away,
I could feel their panic, and could hear them say...