Point Blank

He pointed a gun at me And looked me in the eye His hands trembling But a strange determination  On his face I could see the hate And pain in his eyes I very well knew What had triggered  This and who was  To be blamed As I stood there In front of the barrel Very… Continue reading Point Blank

The man

There was a man Standing outside a shop Under the streetlight He had a cigarette in his hand Which he puffed every other second The smoke mixed well With the fog And the cold night Gave it a more mysterious feeling He didn't hurry with his cigarette It seems he enjoyed it After a while… Continue reading The man