BuryYourFlame
July 27th, 2009, 09:24 AM
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The bittersweet kiss of the water's embrace,
leaving all that was built around her going to waste,
she slips down,
the warm water steadies her racing heart,
for this moment, she has waited so long.
She feels herself calming,
the world around her slowing,
everything is falling in palce,
there's no stopping it now,
she's already lost this race.
She holds the metal,
her best friend,
her only friend,
running the blade over her body,
this is the best she has felt in years.
The macabre increases,
as the blood flows out,
a gruesome scene to behold,
the water around her turning a sickly red,
her heart begins to race once more.
A crash at the door,
shattering the daydream of numbness,
the handle turns,
as gentle steps roll forth,
this isn't right.
The softly beating heart,
of an 11 year old girl,
spams as she walks in,
her sister lying there,
barely consious, almost gone.
She sees her fall to her knees,
crying on the floor,
grasping at nothing in particular,
sceaming out her name,
reaching for anything to cope with the pain.
The bitter pang of regret is the last thing she felt,
wishing she could take back the card she just dealt,
but it's too late now, she is fading fast,
her final breath, is that of pain,
for that final breath, she couldn't wait.
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The bittersweet kiss of the water's embrace,
leaving all that was built around her going to waste,
she slips down,
the warm water steadies her racing heart,
for this moment, she has waited so long.
She feels herself calming,
the world around her slowing,
everything is falling in palce,
there's no stopping it now,
she's already lost this race.
She holds the metal,
her best friend,
her only friend,
running the blade over her body,
this is the best she has felt in years.
The macabre increases,
as the blood flows out,
a gruesome scene to behold,
the water around her turning a sickly red,
her heart begins to race once more.
A crash at the door,
shattering the daydream of numbness,
the handle turns,
as gentle steps roll forth,
this isn't right.
The softly beating heart,
of an 11 year old girl,
spams as she walks in,
her sister lying there,
barely consious, almost gone.
She sees her fall to her knees,
crying on the floor,
grasping at nothing in particular,
sceaming out her name,
reaching for anything to cope with the pain.
The bitter pang of regret is the last thing she felt,
wishing she could take back the card she just dealt,
but it's too late now, she is fading fast,
her final breath, is that of pain,
for that final breath, she couldn't wait.