Standing on the ledge So close to the edge Staring out into space Trying to find her place. Looking out over the side, The wind she does begin to ride. Her scream peirces the air "I don't belong with you there!!!" Sweet oblivioun greets her on the ground. No more pain, no more tears, No longer plagued by constant fears. One lone figure dressed in black Wishing for her to come back. Standing before the grave His face set and brave. "I don't belong without you here." His voice quietly trembles with fear. Silver blade flashing in the rain As he too, ends his pain.
Misha Moreen · Sun Sep 11, 2005 @ 05:58pm · 1 Comments |