The Bloodbath
Sept 22, 2012 8:46:15 GMT -5
Post by chelsey on Sept 22, 2012 8:46:15 GMT -5
By tomorrow we’ll be swimming with the fishes.
Leave our troubles in the sand.
And when the sun comes out
we’ll be nothing but dust.
Just the outlines of our hands.
Leave our troubles in the sand.
And when the sun comes out
we’ll be nothing but dust.
Just the outlines of our hands.
[/justify]My mind is wasted and tainted with the iron scents of blood in the atmosphere. I can taste the salty savor on my tongue, the bitter reds tingling on my taste buds. My hand lifts up to wipe something wet from my cheek, and I don’t even glance down to my stained palm to waste time wondering whose blood is it? A battle scene surrounds me as I rush through the thickets of sweat matted bodies, and, yet, what they do not know is that my own battle plagues within me. I am fighting two battles at once, and I am losing them all.
The moon of my thoughts orbits around the axis of the cosmos’ sun, the gravitational pull directing which way the waves in my head will toss or turn. My body seems to rock with the motion of those waves, too, because as I try to run across the land, I can feel my legs slanting back and forth as I try to balance my weight equally on all sides. But, the blood is still splattered across the knuckles of my hands, and the sharp intakes of pain as the blade of the harpoon met their flesh is still audible to my thudding ears. The earth rises to my knees as the remnants of my skeleton collapses to the floor, the blood in my ears thickening as a silent and helpless stream of tears runs valleys down the dirt striped surface of my face. My strength weakens with a feverish haste through my languished body. Through a foggy vision, I see two familiar bodies sprinting away from the clutches of Death.
I run after them.
By tomorrow we’ll be lost amongst the leaves,
in a wind that chills the skelletons of trees,
and when the moon, it shines, I will leave two lines.
Find my love, then find me.
[/color]in a wind that chills the skelletons of trees,
and when the moon, it shines, I will leave two lines.
Find my love, then find me.
[Heather flees]
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