They haunt and taunt inside the ears of their victims... Screaming words lacking of wisdom into their futures, a fortune broken in the palm of humanity’s hands. Who’s tears drip like blood from an open wound, thoughts turning and diving into the creases of their minds, creases that had remained undiscovered until now. Who, defined as a person, am I? I am the one who stands alone, all the time... So bloody and broken not bothering to understand, not bothering to see the intellect that stands before me.
I am, defined as a person, an assassin of beauty. Love’s undying grip vanishes before me. I am left in the darkest room, bleeding as the wounded animal I am. Hunted and denied, rejected in the path of humanity. I am a freak in nature’s face, insignificant to the big world that stands before me.
I bleed, leaving a trail of blood behind me as I limp to what is defined home. However, it isn’t, and never will be, home for me. I coughed, a splash of blood left on my hand. I looked back and there stood on of them, I dare looked him in the eye with a smile of last moments on my face. I was dizzy, my mind scattered, and yet I kept staring at him, daring him to keep watching, letting him know I am not afraid of death.. When really, I welcomed it, better than this living hell they make us live.. Until finally, I fell to the ground in a hopeless pile of soon-to-be death.
I gathered the strength I could manage, a hope for a cry of final misery. But, when I dare screamed, nothing but a long and hollow whistle escaped my throat.
A Hunted Scream.
I am, defined as a person, an assassin of beauty. Love’s undying grip vanishes before me. I am left in the darkest room, bleeding as the wounded animal I am. Hunted and denied, rejected in the path of humanity. I am a freak in nature’s face, insignificant to the big world that stands before me.
I bleed, leaving a trail of blood behind me as I limp to what is defined home. However, it isn’t, and never will be, home for me. I coughed, a splash of blood left on my hand. I looked back and there stood on of them, I dare looked him in the eye with a smile of last moments on my face. I was dizzy, my mind scattered, and yet I kept staring at him, daring him to keep watching, letting him know I am not afraid of death.. When really, I welcomed it, better than this living hell they make us live.. Until finally, I fell to the ground in a hopeless pile of soon-to-be death.
I gathered the strength I could manage, a hope for a cry of final misery. But, when I dare screamed, nothing but a long and hollow whistle escaped my throat.
A Hunted Scream.
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my friends were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my friends to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My friends have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a tree and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. Next thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....