Waiting for some sign, when it already came unnoticed.
I wait for my freedom from this world, it may come in the form of a car crash.
The sign was noticed WAY too late, I'm so slow.....
The music blasts, the cold air whips my black hair from my face, my skin glows in the pale light.
Oh, how will I make it up to him?
I push down, the wind increases.
Maybe with my death.
The loud, annoyed yell of the giant truck....
What do want me to say, I love you? Too late.
I smile as a shard of glass slices my throat and another gets stuck inside.
Bye-bye.
 xXxLoved and hated xXx · Sat Apr 24, 2010 @ 11:39pm · 0 Comments |
