Topic: The Search a.k.a. Lost(warning this is long) | |
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I stretch my arms out to feel with my hands.
I touch nothing but pitch black Frustrated there is no fraction of light here Can't remember how I arrived All I remember is sorrow and pain An empty hole like somthing is missing in me Something that makes me complete Made me happy And now it's gone I stumble over something Disappears in an instant Or am I stumbling over my own thoughts I start to panic in the dark I yell out Sweat dripping down my head The echoing noise of running My feet hitting the ground And then a sudden rush of pain World spinning, my head I hit the smooth cold ground But it's hard to tell what is ground, in such darkness Standing up Blood drips down my head i wipe it away Reaching my hands out Feelin the object I hit I feel glass it is much begger than I It seems familiar The strength of the glass The way it sounds when I tap it Sunddenly it hits me I search the object frantically Searching for a button or knob i find it A knob as big as my hand I use both hands to turn it A familiar high pitch noise appears The T.V. turns on The bright ligh fills the dark, at least partially It is seven feet wide and ten feet tall With nothing but static on the screen Without warning The stati dissapates leaving a strange glow The empty hole in me seems filled Sunddenly memories flash in the screen A whole child's lifetime Theboy who meets a girl Who make him laugh and cry Who helps him breath and takes breath away The girls picture remains still I look at it and am complete It strikes me The boy is m When I am away from her I feel empty I see her face and I am whole So why am i still here Suddenly an explosion Glass is sent flying The shards shoot through me Some getting stuck in my skin My body flys back into the darkness Smearing the black ground with my blood Alone in the dark again Bleeding to death in the dark I start to think Can I die Or am I already dead Oh well.... ..maybe if I die I'll find her..... but...who is she? -Chris Sakai |
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Good Write Man
"I hit the smooth cold ground But it's hard to tell what is ground, in such darkness" Awesome Line! |
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not many people are willing to die for love....
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Thanks!
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good read
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