It was the bloodiest spectacle I'd ever seen.
Cliches fighting each other to the death:
torn to bits,
riddled with holes...
Bored to tears used the cutting edge
to kill dead as a doornail
make a killing passed away
at the hands of death's doorstep,
for they were bored as boards of themselves
tired of writers using them like whores,
but they were gangbangers instead
fighting over turf,
Their little slices of heaven.
Now they're all gone:
It's sad, but true,
And the winner is in the eye of the beholder.