Without Breaking Glance


Give him what he wants
Its not worth it mate
Literally just hunts
Eyes filled with hate
He takes your stance
Without Breaking glance

Keep it real man
What are you gonna do?
He ain’t really a fan
It isn’t in the rules
Stand there in a trance
Without Breaking glance

The Broken bones
Twisted, scarred faces
It just feels the norm
Quiet makes me daze
Quick bare knuckle dances
Without Breaking glance

© Everdamn Poetry 2020