Galaxies Apart [Taurus and Neptune's DP/Funeral]
Nov 7, 2015 22:21:49 GMT -5
Post by * on Nov 7, 2015 22:21:49 GMT -5
(Please, I ask you have respect and no
fighting in this funeral thread. I would greatly appreciate
it so much. <3 Marr)
Death comes quick. Death has a way with striking so fast that sometimes those that are affected don't even see it coming. How was I even able to think that I could make it home to my baby brother? How was I even able to be so blind to see that the odds were stacked in front of me. It was practically shoving me further into the ground with each games day. There was no hope for my kind. No chance of survival when it got so bad. Five days in the arena - my days were numbered. Storm made it four days and this was my fifth. False hope... Because birds of a feather flock together, but in the end... we fall. Jabber and Storm... They fell first. Mere Jays, they were, but I was a hawk. I was destined to survive the odds. I was the lord of the skies. I was supposed to be a born hunter, but that didn't happen.
Our feathers are clipped.
My feathers are gone.
My life... is ending.
The blood seeps through the gaping holes in my body. My arm and my leg; it hurts. I never thought I could hurt this bad, but I do. What I'm more afraid of is that Thunder is hurting. When Storm got hurt, he hurt himself. When Storm died, he almost did, too. I don't know what's going on in his mind right now, but I can't deal with the though of him dying too. It's my fault.
"Thund..... Th..." His name tries to ooze out of my lips but I'm so overtaken by pain that my lips barely even move and as the numbers around me rise with the blood count on the ground, do I find the strength leave me.
I fall.
I crumple to the ground. My body hits the ground with a silent thud among the loud surrounding fighting. Somewhere beside me, I hear the slice of flesh. I can sense the blood touching the rocky shores. Life is depleating for many of us and three already sounded off. I would be a fourth. I think I'm okay with that?
I think?
And I curl up only to watch the life leak from my body. The ground is being painted red. My breaths start to become faint. "Thu... Jett..." I mumble out.
I close my eyes.
My heart still beats giving me false hope of staying alive, yet I hold on for something. I'm not going just yet. No. It's not my time to die jut yet. Someone needs to take my hand. Someone needs to be with me cause I will not die alone. I refuse to show Thunder how low I've fallen. I want to die with dignity...
fighting in this funeral thread. I would greatly appreciate
it so much. <3 Marr)
Taurus Hawk
District Nine Tribute
District Nine Tribute
It starts with
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
Death comes quick. Death has a way with striking so fast that sometimes those that are affected don't even see it coming. How was I even able to think that I could make it home to my baby brother? How was I even able to be so blind to see that the odds were stacked in front of me. It was practically shoving me further into the ground with each games day. There was no hope for my kind. No chance of survival when it got so bad. Five days in the arena - my days were numbered. Storm made it four days and this was my fifth. False hope... Because birds of a feather flock together, but in the end... we fall. Jabber and Storm... They fell first. Mere Jays, they were, but I was a hawk. I was destined to survive the odds. I was the lord of the skies. I was supposed to be a born hunter, but that didn't happen.
Our feathers are clipped.
My feathers are gone.
My life... is ending.
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
The blood seeps through the gaping holes in my body. My arm and my leg; it hurts. I never thought I could hurt this bad, but I do. What I'm more afraid of is that Thunder is hurting. When Storm got hurt, he hurt himself. When Storm died, he almost did, too. I don't know what's going on in his mind right now, but I can't deal with the though of him dying too. It's my fault.
"Thund..... Th..." His name tries to ooze out of my lips but I'm so overtaken by pain that my lips barely even move and as the numbers around me rise with the blood count on the ground, do I find the strength leave me.
I fall.
I crumple to the ground. My body hits the ground with a silent thud among the loud surrounding fighting. Somewhere beside me, I hear the slice of flesh. I can sense the blood touching the rocky shores. Life is depleating for many of us and three already sounded off. I would be a fourth. I think I'm okay with that?
I think?
And I curl up only to watch the life leak from my body. The ground is being painted red. My breaths start to become faint. "Thu... Jett..." I mumble out.
I close my eyes.
My heart still beats giving me false hope of staying alive, yet I hold on for something. I'm not going just yet. No. It's not my time to die jut yet. Someone needs to take my hand. Someone needs to be with me cause I will not die alone. I refuse to show Thunder how low I've fallen. I want to die with dignity...
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Tryingto hold on but didn't even know
I wasted it all just to watch you go
Watch the time go right out the window
Tryingto hold on but didn't even know
I wasted it all just to watch you go