I’m here! My laugh, so cruel and stark,

Seeps through my clenched teeth like bile.

The sewers choke with festering dark,

And mangled corpses rise to rile.

Delay is death — if not you, then

Another’s grave gets dug too soon.

Bertruger’s cackle shreds your nerves again,

While imps howl to the blood-red moon.

But I’m no prey — they are instead.

The beast just grins in my crosshair’s glow.

"Closer, you filth! Come, I’ll leave you dead!

Or scared?.. Nah, just say when to go."

Looks deceive. The shotgun kicks.

A hail of lead — no mercy shown.

Brains on the walls. "Hot enough, pricks?

You’ve met a legend, not some clown!"

I crush them all. Or else — I’m through.

This hellhole reeks of Satan’s spite.

The hatch slams shut. No path but do.

And oh, this dance feels so damn right.

A half-chewed ghoul crawls near,

Something snarls — my nape hairs prick.

My boomstick speaks: "Your end is here."

Not flesh remains… just lead-punched sick.

A skittering freak with too-much legs

Lunges silent from the black.

One round between its hellish pegs —

The rest still charge. No slack.

I raise my trusty, screaming friend,

The chainsaw’s teeth grin wide.

A diagonal spin — no chance to mend,

I carve the horde with gore-drenched pride.

I carve till splinters, crunch of bone,

Drenched head to toe in crimson dew.

I carve them all! No quarter shown.

No place for pity in this view.

I’m worse than any demon breed.

Adrenaline’s my fucking drug.

In games, like life, you bleed to lead —

Yet here I stand. Still built to shrug.

I stride into the maze once more,

To meet the dark that craves my fall.

"Bring it, DOOM!" That’s what I’m for.

Your "tough temper"? Heh… I set the brawl.

2010