.it doesn't even matter.
what i do and say.
you always go away.
i know i cannot keep you.
not even for a while.
but i want to hold you close.
and make it worth your while.
i want to simple be with you.
but to you,
it doesnt even matter.
so shut up bitch.
i've had enough of games.
its time for you to learn respect.
young kentucky girl.
with your scarlet drawl.
i push you outside.
into a brawl.
you run and hide.
in a bathroom stall.
blood loss in a bathroom stall.

.henna pigmented titan winces slightly at audible crack o' snapping bone. still height of battle raged wildly in brute, all common sense ravaged by battle sense. co-herent thoughts flung far, forgotten, tactics, manouvers, clouded beasts mind. opticals filmed over with the red cloud of heady battle. inside, presence charged with the battle lust of a full battalion of hellion warriors. sheer thunder rolled under muscled frame like a wave. malice burns in beast like a tank of fuel, lit with a lighter, the slightest flicker will make his soul explode. you better not be caught up in the sonic wave. slight snort of satisfaction, the attack a surmounting success. shrill wail of opponents peircing through battle tuned auditives like a baby's cry in a still night. senses returned, momentarily, a fleeting glimpse of a better self, fluttering away on tinted wings. back to the battle with a thump. afore rustic brute, the speckled doe shook dial slowly, look of pain flashing across features. slow promenade in single whirl, wren progressing on beaten track, circling with the wariness of a hawk. dance in, brute dance back. feint made t'wards vagabond, sway aside, caught off balance, dial tossed aloft, alas, too late. nails clash with jaw, pushing firmly out of place. pain clouds opticals. second round made, dentals heading for pate. dial tilt, dentals rake, single optic dented. streaming buckets, vision blurred, vix retreats. time for act of countenace. stall, dial adopted slight smirk, curving features into vivacious grin. walk t’wards warring counterpart, stay of forward momentum but a few paces from shrew. dial dip briefly, achknowledging, but what. suddenly, fores support fram as hinds swing, crashing brutally ‘gainst battered, broken side o’ witch. force enough to re-indent ribs, if proper defensive statures not assumed by conflicting virago. step back, appraisal of situation. indeed strength of both opponent and vagabond had been sorely tested as limits were pushed, boundaries leaped, reservations left in smoldering ruins. the harsh panting of the combatants had rent the silent air for a time unbeknown to them. timeless would be the pair as their minds attuned to attacking, to defending, of pre-determining the tactics of opponent. hinds and fores move in unmatched unison, small dance in place, awaiting a foe to join vagabond in a dance of death. was there a resilience to ensue? or was the damage of broken bones assailing will, shattering, enough to end foes onslaught? time, and only time would tell. for now, as temporarily ruined optic strained to see, the militaristic beast held bod close to shredded land.

.i soar with the hawks.
scout for the meadow.
.i am tied to nevermind.
.sire to eccentric and pandemonium.
currently sympathising.

LONG LIVE THE HAWKS