every word a little {H O P E}-lily's last(kay,cato)
Jul 18, 2015 7:14:19 GMT -5
Post by pup on Jul 18, 2015 7:14:19 GMT -5
here's the pride before the fall
[presto]
My eye sears in pain as I see the knife flying towards it, and then I don't see it at all. I scream in terror in pain, and my frail body falls to the ground, my muscles barely standing to keep me breathing from the torture I am in, but I must hold on longer. I need to, for Preston, for Paige, for Eva. I need to live for them. I remember when I was little I asked Preston:
"Why do people fight?"
I know the answer now. It is obvious. It is for fun. I had enjoyed the feeling of sending those taunting words, even though I hadn't known the big bad wolf was dead at the time. I had enjoyed the feeling of knowing I was fighting her in my special way. I cough as my body lays on the ground, and weakly I look up to my killers with my one good eye. "I guess the queen has been overthrown." I say in my quiet voice, my real voice. Not the bad Lily's voice, my voice. I know I was never the queen, really. It was all the bad Lily, and so she is gone for good now, but I guess so am I.
I cough out some blood, hot sticky and wet, and I wonder why could anyone enjoy seeing the grotesque sight of death. My good green eye, that I can tell is going to close soon as my mind gets more and more murky with blood of my eye, stares at my murderer. I take a heaving breath from the ground and say in a soft voice as I fade away torturingly slowly. "I guess I should leave a sucsessor." I let out a shakey laugh that turns into a fit of coughing.
I look and see the crown near me, and I wipe off the blood that I had only wrote with about thirty minutes ago, and I dip my finger into my blood, and dot little jewels on it for the new queen. My arms fall limply to the ground and I say to the girl and boy standing near me, "I dub thee Queen and King, I guess." I cough out some more blood, and I try to throw the Crown to the girl, but my arm falls loosely to the ground, and I whisper "Take the crown of the kingdom."
As I close my one eye, I think of my life as I feel a presence standing near me. I look up into the face of death standing nearby. I don't want to go home in a box, I want to spare my family the injustice of seeing me in makeup in a box. Maybe in the Capitol they could grant me the royal death of being burned to ashes.
"Goodbye Preston, Eva, Paige." I whisper, not caring anymore about the boy and girl standing nearby me, knowing there is a camera nearby, there has to be. "I will never see you again."
Then Lily Hope lets out her last breath, her frail body going limp against the hard ground, one tear hitting the ground from her good eye, and a cannon sounds.[/presto]
oh your eyes they show it all
you know how time flies
only yesterday was the time of our lives
only yesterday was the time of our lives
My eye sears in pain as I see the knife flying towards it, and then I don't see it at all. I scream in terror in pain, and my frail body falls to the ground, my muscles barely standing to keep me breathing from the torture I am in, but I must hold on longer. I need to, for Preston, for Paige, for Eva. I need to live for them. I remember when I was little I asked Preston:
"Why do people fight?"
I know the answer now. It is obvious. It is for fun. I had enjoyed the feeling of sending those taunting words, even though I hadn't known the big bad wolf was dead at the time. I had enjoyed the feeling of knowing I was fighting her in my special way. I cough as my body lays on the ground, and weakly I look up to my killers with my one good eye. "I guess the queen has been overthrown." I say in my quiet voice, my real voice. Not the bad Lily's voice, my voice. I know I was never the queen, really. It was all the bad Lily, and so she is gone for good now, but I guess so am I.
we were born and raised
in a summer's haze
bound by the surprise of our glory days
in a summer's haze
bound by the surprise of our glory days
I cough out some blood, hot sticky and wet, and I wonder why could anyone enjoy seeing the grotesque sight of death. My good green eye, that I can tell is going to close soon as my mind gets more and more murky with blood of my eye, stares at my murderer. I take a heaving breath from the ground and say in a soft voice as I fade away torturingly slowly. "I guess I should leave a sucsessor." I let out a shakey laugh that turns into a fit of coughing.
I look and see the crown near me, and I wipe off the blood that I had only wrote with about thirty minutes ago, and I dip my finger into my blood, and dot little jewels on it for the new queen. My arms fall limply to the ground and I say to the girl and boy standing near me, "I dub thee Queen and King, I guess." I cough out some more blood, and I try to throw the Crown to the girl, but my arm falls loosely to the ground, and I whisper "Take the crown of the kingdom."
sometimes it laughs in love
but sometime it hurts instead
but sometime it hurts instead
As I close my one eye, I think of my life as I feel a presence standing near me. I look up into the face of death standing nearby. I don't want to go home in a box, I want to spare my family the injustice of seeing me in makeup in a box. Maybe in the Capitol they could grant me the royal death of being burned to ashes.
"Goodbye Preston, Eva, Paige." I whisper, not caring anymore about the boy and girl standing nearby me, knowing there is a camera nearby, there has to be. "I will never see you again."
Then Lily Hope lets out her last breath, her frail body going limp against the hard ground, one tear hitting the ground from her good eye, and a cannon sounds.
oh your eyes they show it all
(It's a bit short, but I cried writing this and so yeah, I discussed this with Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] and Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) so they can post too if they want. The acknowledgements will come in another post.)