Grabbing onto something... anything
Gasping for breath she's pushed under
Greeted by Misery and Sorrow she's forced to grab hold and rely on them
They slowly bring her up
Gasping for breath she shivers and lies down for a while... only a while
It couldnt hurt... could it?
Nothing to warm her up but listing to the constant bickering of Hate and Rage soothes her
She's gone to a dreamless sleep
Depression rocks her back and forth comfortering her, holding her... soothing her
"No need to leave just yet... stay a while longer yes?" Pride insists.
She sits down and thinks back... memories flood her over crowded mind
She's crippled... the Pain holds her down, Problems struggle and Fight with her
She reaches up but no one tries to help her... no one will save her
She cries out, struggles.... "Please! Please help me!" She cries
Tears... salty and clear run down her cheeks
"Please.... please." She's slowly giving up...
No one will help her... save her.... no Knight in shinning armour...
Just a boy with a pretend sword and prentend feelings
He just watches... watches as her world collides and crumbles
He smiles... Victory is his
Friday, June 27, 2008
Collide
Posted by Rosebud at 9:45 PM
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6 Wolves:
That was a story right? If so it was good! If not...what the crap???
wow, that was cool, but very depressing.
And Ronnie it seems more like a poem
Well, by story I meant work of literature...
sure Ronnie,
I will eat your brains. And then I will start eating Cheerio's because my cholestoral will be to high.
sorry! i'm back! i am and yes it was a poem!
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