Thelostone
Member
She stands there
surrounded by a giant crowd
everyone is here,
people who have seen her cry,
laugh, celebrate,
She has danced with a few of them,
even made love to some,
She knows all their life stories,
and has told hers a thousand times.
She screams at the top of her lungs
none of them acknowledge her presence
Her piercing cry stops her beating heart still
the air leaves her
as she falls to the floor,
More people come
surrounding her
as she lay there on the cold hard pavement,
gasping for air
she thinks someones notices her,
and she stretches her withering arm
out toward him,
but he was only spitting on the ground where she lay,
blood begins to poor out from her skin,
even though she was not cut,
rain hails down,
creating a bloody stream
flowing from her to the others,
and they all leave
with their smoke
and loud blasting music
in their cars.
They speed so fast away,
a puddle hits her.
She feels each piece of hail hit her
in a certain way,
they get bigger
and sharper
as they cut into her already bloodied skin
The pain is too intense,
A thousand sharpended knives,
and blades edging her on
she can't move.
Frozen there on the pavement
surrounded only by forest,
surrounded by a giant crowd
everyone is here,
people who have seen her cry,
laugh, celebrate,
She has danced with a few of them,
even made love to some,
She knows all their life stories,
and has told hers a thousand times.
She screams at the top of her lungs
none of them acknowledge her presence
Her piercing cry stops her beating heart still
the air leaves her
as she falls to the floor,
More people come
surrounding her
as she lay there on the cold hard pavement,
gasping for air
she thinks someones notices her,
and she stretches her withering arm
out toward him,
but he was only spitting on the ground where she lay,
blood begins to poor out from her skin,
even though she was not cut,
rain hails down,
creating a bloody stream
flowing from her to the others,
and they all leave
with their smoke
and loud blasting music
in their cars.
They speed so fast away,
a puddle hits her.
She feels each piece of hail hit her
in a certain way,
they get bigger
and sharper
as they cut into her already bloodied skin
The pain is too intense,
A thousand sharpended knives,
and blades edging her on
she can't move.
Frozen there on the pavement
surrounded only by forest,
