Παρασκευή, 15 Μαΐου 2009
When all the killers run out of ammo...
And suddenly you burst in,exchanged glances are freezing the instances.
Ready for the never ending dream which was going to begin in a while.
The smell of fear was the detonator which made the seconds to explode .
The hands were moving forward to the holsters unconsiously .The accumulated death silence was busted in an inner explosion.Some drops from the opened mouths were falling to the floor.The fingers were trembling in an edge of tense.The smoke was climbing to the roof mixed with rates of sun coming from the window.A human moisture escaped by the heavy breaths forfillled ,this crack of time.And not to God above but to your reflexes were hanging the future seconds, one after one.