Yea, I sorta, knida got bored, lol.
The mister is hushed
His bloodshed eyes aglow
His fingers trembled
Beads of sweat caressd the tips of his hair strands
His wet hair plastered to his face
His breathing gets shallow
His eyes glance back and forth through the dark room
A shadow glides over the walls
The mister's knuckles go white
His face turns so pale that it lights up the dark
A blanket covers his eyes, but his eyes are open.
He screams, but only silence echoes through the hallways
Blood drips from the cieling and the mister glances up....
The mister died that night, that cold, muggy, tear-covered, windowless night.
And no one knew how, when, or why
They only knew that whom ever traces their steps and lives in the past may have the same fortune.
'Live your life once; with smiles and frowns, tears and blood both shed, hugs and hate, ignorance and intelligence, proudness and admiration, and most of all with friends.
 CassieCuttlefishhy · Tue Jul 01, 2008 @ 02:16am · 2 Comments |
