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If you were there you would be able to hear the pitter patter of feat running up the stairs. You could hear him run his hand against the wall, and feel its rough surface, pebbles falling to the ground as you touch it too. You would see what his hand left behind, the wet, red, sticky substance. And when he reaches the top, he drops the knife, the metal clinking as it hits the ground outside, the last you see of him is his own soaking figure in the rain. Hes left you to rot. Where? You were just told.
Wondering what its like isnt going to get you anywhere. Wondering what the fal is like. Wanting to have the guts to do it. Wanting to feel the adreniline rush as you stand there. I wonder what you think about? The smell of the over populated city? The noise of the cars below you? Or the darkness all around you? The neon signs glare back at you, as you wonder, what about? You dont know. What pushed you to do this? And who just pushed you off? Now you don't have to wonder anymore. You might as well say goodbye becasue your falling fast. All warmth gone, the wind forcing to rip through you. I can tell you what I would think about. Not the life I left behind, but what comes next?
o0TheEverythingGoddess0o · Mon Jul 03, 2006 @ 02:13am · 0 Comments |