Post by Tor on Feb 4, 2005 13:32:28 GMT -5
Stripped of life, alone
In the midst of something that I
Want to play with your evil inside
wanting, letting go, of what never could be again
Lost and alone
Glass shatters they come inside.
They are inside...
Run duck, feel the rained blows.
Kick off grabs, hungry eyes.
Run like hell.
Hope to die.
A low groan arose from the depths of her body, and she rolled over, glass shard cruching undeer her, and some now slightly wrought into her flesh. Something moved across the romm edging a little towards her. There were so many shadows she couldn't see who or what it was. She groaned again for her sub machine gun just within reach and fired. The flare of the gun lit up the room a little as she shot and she sighted the cheif's head exploding...
oops...
She raised herself, holding the desk she was just laying under unsteadily. was it normal to hear your heart beat, as if it was pounding in her head? Was her breath really supposed to be this ragged? She felt as though when walking, she was pushing through a swamp. She walked over to the chief body, and was suprised that there was not more blood... Only dead bodies didnt... Ah well. She wasn't thinking clearly. She neve rliked the man anyways...
He had a wife at home, but that did not stop him from asking tor to sleep with him, his leer always fastening upon her behind or chest.
She turned to the rest of the room, and her body flinched. There were corpses everywere. It was now that the stench of blood and rot reached her.. Why had she lived?
She ran to the door, falling against it so it would open she stumbled outside, gasping for clean air.... But it was not so. The wreak of death was even more powerful out here. The city... was empty... The buildings were beaten and cars were crashed mindlessly everywhere.
"What the fuck?"
She loaded her machine gun and checked for her pistol. and trudged onwards gun in hand shaking...
Hope to Die...
In the midst of something that I
Want to play with your evil inside
wanting, letting go, of what never could be again
Lost and alone
Glass shatters they come inside.
They are inside...
Run duck, feel the rained blows.
Kick off grabs, hungry eyes.
Run like hell.
Hope to die.
A low groan arose from the depths of her body, and she rolled over, glass shard cruching undeer her, and some now slightly wrought into her flesh. Something moved across the romm edging a little towards her. There were so many shadows she couldn't see who or what it was. She groaned again for her sub machine gun just within reach and fired. The flare of the gun lit up the room a little as she shot and she sighted the cheif's head exploding...
oops...
She raised herself, holding the desk she was just laying under unsteadily. was it normal to hear your heart beat, as if it was pounding in her head? Was her breath really supposed to be this ragged? She felt as though when walking, she was pushing through a swamp. She walked over to the chief body, and was suprised that there was not more blood... Only dead bodies didnt... Ah well. She wasn't thinking clearly. She neve rliked the man anyways...
He had a wife at home, but that did not stop him from asking tor to sleep with him, his leer always fastening upon her behind or chest.
She turned to the rest of the room, and her body flinched. There were corpses everywere. It was now that the stench of blood and rot reached her.. Why had she lived?
She ran to the door, falling against it so it would open she stumbled outside, gasping for clean air.... But it was not so. The wreak of death was even more powerful out here. The city... was empty... The buildings were beaten and cars were crashed mindlessly everywhere.
"What the fuck?"
She loaded her machine gun and checked for her pistol. and trudged onwards gun in hand shaking...
Hope to Die...