I'm not sure what it is,
But I guess its different for everyone.
I guess its the thrill for me.
I can clearly remember the last great thrill I had...
Gasping for air...
Heart pumping uncontrollably...
Muscles throbbing in ache...
Sweat pouring down to my back...
Armour weighing down on me...
Sensation of time ticking ever so slow,
Every movement of his body is watched by these blurry eyes,
These ears drowned by the cheers of people watching,
This mouth filled with the tasteless plastic,
This body keeping still to every feign that comes,
This fight feels like hours has pass,
But it was merely a few minutes,
This fight is in its last round,
Who would emerge as the victor?
Doesn't bother me.
I just want to drag this fight longer.
For the fun of it...
A poem that my friend challenge me to write. Its about happiness but there's really nothing much to write about if you have this many conditions =P
1) No sappiness, no cheesyness, no tackiness
2) No melancholy
3) No love-related mojo
4) No life lessons
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