Just whipped this story up, because I all ways have to stay fresh in my story telling. How cold it is, Alone in his head Woke up today feeling half dead Instead of waking up in his bed He woke by the fire place feeling like shit Wondering if he should put on his shoes Fire out, dry and cold air fill the room Getting too his feet so fast He felt high, sucking all the light taking in life Window drapes open he dreamed of that night The time in his life where he put up a fight Fought so hard for her he pulled out a knife Enticed by the adrenaline sensation He knifed the guy trying to get away on the bike He killed a man For his lovely woman getting harassed Stranger in the night trying to get away with her bag What will happen to the hero now? Lets fast forward from the past A fucked up dream that seemed so real Scared for his sanity only an animal would kill Another man in the night who should’ve stood still Only to be killed by the adrenaline pill
I agree with the others, it needs polishing. But nevertheless, good work. And one thing; 'Getting to his feet so fast.'