A felt like writing what is on my mind. It might not rhyme but it comes from the heart.
She runs through the forest. Scared as hell. As she can hear the screams from those who wish for her soul. She is running. Running 'till she hits the end. The end of what?, she thinks. Just the end. Wishing she were somewhere else. Somewhere, where her thoughts of happiness are real. Where those who wish for her soul, are her friends. Or, is that it. Maybe her thoughts were her life already. Her friends did wish for her soul. Wish, she was not there. That's how she feels. As she is running Running, to save herself. To save her life.
-Catherine.
`Sunshiine · Sat Mar 17, 2007 @ 05:41pm · 0 Comments |