Post by V on Oct 26, 2014 10:49:37 GMT -6
Sweet , sweet Sebastian.
I don't think She even noticed us leave, even saw me go,even saw us walk in the dark, past the shotgun Of course you picked it up, wheeled on me to curse my name, to beg plead, to cower even as you pulled the trigger.
click
"We're going to play a game, you and I."
I saw you start to run, a small sigh, as I followed, slowly, you wouldn't run far, not on those ribs.
even As I walked I remembered.
The explosion of the shotgun, the impact of the salt even as the bar burned around me, looking up at my own corpse through a watery filter, sinking deepr into a inky black abyss, lower. Lower. Everything fading to black, my friends dead...My family Dead.. And now me.
Then came the hand dipping through that lake, through the shape of me the shadow of the man I'd left behind.
"Take My hand Christopher. LIVE."
I sank a little lower, not quite understanding, and The next thing I knew..I reached up, our hands connected.
Oh, Hello Sebastian, there you are, recoiling in horror from the punch you'd just laid on my face, I still don't know what it is People see when I go to work, It's just me, Good ol' Road Rash, good old Valentine.
V.
The children of men are such fragile things, A simple elbow to the jaw and he came down like a mighty oak, his breath drawing in as eye lids flickered.
I half crouched, trailing fingers over his skin as I realized I had to breath, picking up him up and moving towards the truck and letting him wake up,
I left him in handcuffs, with the hacksaw, and a fire starting a liberal dose of petrol around both him and the truck.. I assumed he'd get the point, be free or be dead.
Fire is a cleanser, don't you know.
I don't think She even noticed us leave, even saw me go,even saw us walk in the dark, past the shotgun Of course you picked it up, wheeled on me to curse my name, to beg plead, to cower even as you pulled the trigger.
click
"We're going to play a game, you and I."
I saw you start to run, a small sigh, as I followed, slowly, you wouldn't run far, not on those ribs.
even As I walked I remembered.
The explosion of the shotgun, the impact of the salt even as the bar burned around me, looking up at my own corpse through a watery filter, sinking deepr into a inky black abyss, lower. Lower. Everything fading to black, my friends dead...My family Dead.. And now me.
Then came the hand dipping through that lake, through the shape of me the shadow of the man I'd left behind.
"Take My hand Christopher. LIVE."
I sank a little lower, not quite understanding, and The next thing I knew..I reached up, our hands connected.
Oh, Hello Sebastian, there you are, recoiling in horror from the punch you'd just laid on my face, I still don't know what it is People see when I go to work, It's just me, Good ol' Road Rash, good old Valentine.
V.
The children of men are such fragile things, A simple elbow to the jaw and he came down like a mighty oak, his breath drawing in as eye lids flickered.
I half crouched, trailing fingers over his skin as I realized I had to breath, picking up him up and moving towards the truck and letting him wake up,
I left him in handcuffs, with the hacksaw, and a fire starting a liberal dose of petrol around both him and the truck.. I assumed he'd get the point, be free or be dead.
Fire is a cleanser, don't you know.