Drifter
10-24-2004, 01:47 AM
"New Life"
By: Drifter
What's a brother suppose to do? Caught up in the game so deep, not only the FBI is feared. Not only is the brother’s life on the line, but so is his beloved ones'. But how does one get away from life? By dying that's how. Find a morbid candidate, and use it.
That's how I had done it. I searched endlessly, until I found my look-a-like. Got him drunk and placed the gun in his hand. He was more than willing to pull the trigger. Already had the letter in place, and then FLASH; BOOM! It was too late to turn back now.
I ran, for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes. I had to get out of town and do it unseen. That's hard when every crack addict and junky knows who you are. Ski mask is too obvious in the summer heat, but a Muslim woman isn't. So, the guise was thrown together tepidly. I began my creeping. Slowly I manipulated the actions of others. I kept people from seeing me, while being right beside them.
Then I had to move and follow the only thing that mattered. So, I constantly asked myself; what is death? Asking myself that kept me on my toes at all times. I was thought to be dead, so stealing a car wasn't illegal. I made it through four states before the cops had the car surrounded, but didn't have me. I became more cautious, for my secret had to keep. The next car had a plate switch. It took me to my final destination. Finally made it to the South.
Slowly I entered the too familiar house. My heart raced with anticipation, as I slowly walked up the stairs. Then I heard it, my son's voice, so calm and soothing. I reached the last step when finally I could see her face. She punched, not realizing I had a guise. She pulled it from my face; simultaneously tears ran down her face. She embraced me.
"Papa! Papa you're here," screamed out Jr. All I could do is lift and hug him. I didn't want to ever let him go. My entire world revolved around this boy for years. Finally I could breathe easy, because he's with me. Every morning for a week Shai cried. She just couldn't believe I was there, nor could I.
So, now when I ask myself: What is Death, I have the answer. Death is living a new life. Even though it may not be anything like this current life, it's still living. Not only physically, spiritually, or mentally living, but living within others' hearts and souls. To live is to die, but to die is to what?
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so wut yall think?
By: Drifter
What's a brother suppose to do? Caught up in the game so deep, not only the FBI is feared. Not only is the brother’s life on the line, but so is his beloved ones'. But how does one get away from life? By dying that's how. Find a morbid candidate, and use it.
That's how I had done it. I searched endlessly, until I found my look-a-like. Got him drunk and placed the gun in his hand. He was more than willing to pull the trigger. Already had the letter in place, and then FLASH; BOOM! It was too late to turn back now.
I ran, for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes. I had to get out of town and do it unseen. That's hard when every crack addict and junky knows who you are. Ski mask is too obvious in the summer heat, but a Muslim woman isn't. So, the guise was thrown together tepidly. I began my creeping. Slowly I manipulated the actions of others. I kept people from seeing me, while being right beside them.
Then I had to move and follow the only thing that mattered. So, I constantly asked myself; what is death? Asking myself that kept me on my toes at all times. I was thought to be dead, so stealing a car wasn't illegal. I made it through four states before the cops had the car surrounded, but didn't have me. I became more cautious, for my secret had to keep. The next car had a plate switch. It took me to my final destination. Finally made it to the South.
Slowly I entered the too familiar house. My heart raced with anticipation, as I slowly walked up the stairs. Then I heard it, my son's voice, so calm and soothing. I reached the last step when finally I could see her face. She punched, not realizing I had a guise. She pulled it from my face; simultaneously tears ran down her face. She embraced me.
"Papa! Papa you're here," screamed out Jr. All I could do is lift and hug him. I didn't want to ever let him go. My entire world revolved around this boy for years. Finally I could breathe easy, because he's with me. Every morning for a week Shai cried. She just couldn't believe I was there, nor could I.
So, now when I ask myself: What is Death, I have the answer. Death is living a new life. Even though it may not be anything like this current life, it's still living. Not only physically, spiritually, or mentally living, but living within others' hearts and souls. To live is to die, but to die is to what?
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so wut yall think?