Feb 2014
She was forgotten in the depths of her despair.
Could you remember her like this with a sadistic grin on your lips?
It's a melancholy thought:
She stares at you with depression clouding her eyes. You push off, running from her even further than you ever have before. You hear a cry of desperation in the distance and a shot, a thud, a crash to concrete, and echoes of breaking bones shattering through the air. You keep running, you don't look back. Blood-curdling screams tear the distance between you and her.
You reach your destination, you look in the mirror. In your hands you hold a pistol and a hammer. You drop them, the tile cracking with contact of the lethal weapons.
She was forgotten in the depths of her despair.
By you, nonetheless.
Do you remember now?
I see that smirk crawl upon your lips behind those rusting bars. You killed her with no reason but to pleasure your mind. Then again, here's the fun part: She's recovering in a hospital somewhere, and here you are receiving your own death sentence. Who's smiling now?
Could you remember her like this with a sadistic grin on your lips?
It's a melancholy thought:
She stares at you with depression clouding her eyes. You push off, running from her even further than you ever have before. You hear a cry of desperation in the distance and a shot, a thud, a crash to concrete, and echoes of breaking bones shattering through the air. You keep running, you don't look back. Blood-curdling screams tear the distance between you and her.
You reach your destination, you look in the mirror. In your hands you hold a pistol and a hammer. You drop them, the tile cracking with contact of the lethal weapons.
She was forgotten in the depths of her despair.
By you, nonetheless.
Do you remember now?
I see that smirk crawl upon your lips behind those rusting bars. You killed her with no reason but to pleasure your mind. Then again, here's the fun part: She's recovering in a hospital somewhere, and here you are receiving your own death sentence. Who's smiling now?
