I guess this is a rewrite of that one I wrote earlier :P
It's a bit dark.
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And so she fell asleep for good.
She fell asleep with her head against the tub faucets and her wrists soaked with dried blood.
Her escape seemed so easy yet so unsure.
Some would applaud her bravery while others would scream coward.
Maybe she was in a place where finally her dreams would come true.
Where attention deserved was granted,
Where soul was more important than what was on the outside,
Where she could run without being chased,
Without pressure breathing down her neck.
Where the drama was a thing of fiction.
And while she flowed away in her dreams,
she flowed away in his.
While her thoughts lied elsewhere,
she lied in his.
He was laying under of the covers of his warm bed.
The unsuspecting victim of a strange taste she left in his mouth.
When she ran away to chase her dreams,
he wanted to follow her.
He wanted to be her subheadline in the morning edition.
Where he felt pathetic for chasing her,
others felt it was a lost cause as well.
What's the point in running after her, if she can't be chased anymore?
He put the razor down and turned off the faucet.
He felt a taste of jealousy as well as an understanding.
And left her alone to do her running.
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2 comments:
hmm, this was interesting. Definetly not your usual stuf. Ilike how at the end it revealed him as the killer. But in all truth I think I like the original a bit better.. even though this one is really good, in a bit of a different way
I tried to make it seem like the boy was trying to kill himself too to be with her but instead decided that it's not worth it and to go on with his life. Yeah this one isn't as good.
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