Pump

by Aymon F   Oct 21, 2004


Push, Pull the heavy weight
Feel the burn, feel the pain
His muscles at stake
Don’t make all this work in vain

Face is getting redder,
But don’t stop,
go faster

The bar is raised above the chest
Pushing harder faster, to rid the problems of their nest
Falling closer to the face
Heart pounding, mind out of place

Pushing pulling so many emotions
Pumping will end all of the commotions
Veins are popping
Blood is dropping
Muscles rip the skin
He is beginning to thin
There is nothing left of man
Keep pumping while you still can
Heart is flaring
Spilling blood
Mind is blaring
No one caring
He drops the bar
His head leaves his body
And rolls away far
He could never trust anybody
Not even the one he thought sure
Was one that was truly pure
He died
Without his pride
He died
After being denied
His only reality
And he met his fatality

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