Hello dears:) After reading so many stories on this site, I have decided it is time for me to do something. So here I am, attempting to make sense of the jumble of cryptic and vague thoughts in my head. Sorry if its hard to understand, but do know I had a spot of trouble trying to get it to even make sense in my head lol. Anyway, be nice please its my first time:)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except for my IPod with the Sweeney Todd soundtrack on it and the movie. If I did own Sweeney Todd, my life would be complete lol.
The Blood on His Hands
Pacing.
Always pacing, smoothing the ground beneath his feet in thought.
Hating the world for being so cruel,
The judge for ruining his life because of selfishness,
Mrs. Lovett for lying,
Antony for taking his Johanna away,
And even himself.
The blood covering Lucy's dress,
The blood on his hands,
Her blood.
The smell overpowering,
The Thought of what he did, unbearable.
How could he kill his own Lucy? He loved her!
But now, there's nothing left.
No Johanna, no Lucy to save.
No judge to get revenge on.
Hearing footsteps on the stones behind him,
He lifts his head.