Alone [Zane] [Clairebear]
Apr 16, 2012 22:47:25 GMT -5
Post by zoey on Apr 16, 2012 22:47:25 GMT -5
It's beautiful the sunrise. The way the colors paint across the sky creating indescribable colors. The sky in the opposite direction still dark, but in the east, a mixture of yellow and orange on the horizon beneath a dark neon blue ocean of night.
I sit alone on a secluded beach staring off into the horizon through my ice blue eyes. I have always been told that my eyes matched my personality cold, icy, distant. I never argued with anyone about that. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. I say they are the window to the real insanity within.
In District 4 I am well known. I have many names; monster, murderer, brute the list goes on. Nobody really knows my story; just rumors that spread like wildfire through this District. I trace my fingers along the scar on my face that runs from my eyebrow and runs horizontally to midway down my cheek as I recall the memories that gave birth to my titles.
I clutch my notebook tightly between my fingers as the whispers start to come back. I begin to write feverishly as this is the only way I know how to silence them.
The sound of silence grows; Every minute feels like a hour, Every hour feels like a day, As I sit in the cold light of morning;
Little by little, strangers became friends, friends became lovers, and suddenly, lovers became strangers;
I am lying here, lying next to where you left me in pieces, can't move, can't scream, with only silence for company;
The tick-tock of the clock and, the beat of my heart grows louder and louder, shrouded by a mystery, I feel so alone;
As the melody of love fades into the distance, the screams of silence is all that remains, lost in the shadows of life, I am here, Alone.
I sit alone on a secluded beach staring off into the horizon through my ice blue eyes. I have always been told that my eyes matched my personality cold, icy, distant. I never argued with anyone about that. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. I say they are the window to the real insanity within.
In District 4 I am well known. I have many names; monster, murderer, brute the list goes on. Nobody really knows my story; just rumors that spread like wildfire through this District. I trace my fingers along the scar on my face that runs from my eyebrow and runs horizontally to midway down my cheek as I recall the memories that gave birth to my titles.
I clutch my notebook tightly between my fingers as the whispers start to come back. I begin to write feverishly as this is the only way I know how to silence them.
The sound of silence grows; Every minute feels like a hour, Every hour feels like a day, As I sit in the cold light of morning;
Little by little, strangers became friends, friends became lovers, and suddenly, lovers became strangers;
I am lying here, lying next to where you left me in pieces, can't move, can't scream, with only silence for company;
The tick-tock of the clock and, the beat of my heart grows louder and louder, shrouded by a mystery, I feel so alone;
As the melody of love fades into the distance, the screams of silence is all that remains, lost in the shadows of life, I am here, Alone.
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