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Monday, August 22, 2005


I blame the Rain


Dark

With the rain dripping down my window I sit remembering the times of joy. The dull blade won’t cut my skin, but it sinks in my heart. I turn to look at him on the bed, the white sheets soaking in his blood. He hurt me, he broke me, he left me. He tried to run, the knife was faster, sharper, it had purpose. Fear still painted his face, realisation sunk deep in his eyes. Did I do this, or was it the rain? Fading, getting dimmer, his outlines blurry now. I should close my eyes, my blood so warm against my skin, I didn’t know it would be so hard. Too heavy to keep open my eyelids slide down over my crying eyes, his smiling face burned on their inside. It’s dark now, it’s over.


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Well My dark side was bound to show itself at some point. With my mood getting progressively worse, and the rain progressively stronger its no surprise!

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