This is a small poem about if Edward got killed by the Volturi when Alice and Bella went to save him. Only the end rhymes...
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I'm not like them, and I never wish to be. They're Sickening, sadistic, uncontrolled demons that eat away my soul with every. single. word they utter. Their disgusting laughs...
Quaking fingers, frightened eyes, the humans, elderly women holding rosaries, giggling Red robe clad children...people...
Staring. Waiting. Watching.
Killing. You. Red eyes, Blood, crackling marble skin, whispering, laughing, growling, snarling, cannot breath...
Tumbling, falling, tripping, running...
No oxygen, forcing, swallowing down my tears...
incoherent movements, numbing screams, she's pulling me away, her dry sobs are loud...I see you though, you're being...burned.
There's nothingness surrounding me; black waves crashing atop my body. Being thrown, carried, I'm latching onto the pixie like she's a life-line.
You're gone-Killed. Murdered.
For being with me.
Forever damned to afterlife.
Because of the Volturi.
I don't want to breath anymore.
Without you here.
But Alice says I have to.
Otherwise she'll be consumed.
In Complete and utter fear.
Fear that I'll be taken, and-
killed like you too.
Even though I have told her countless times,
I can't live without you.
I never could,
and never will,
So save me now,
Before this day chills...
Save me Edward Cullen.
From this world without you.
Save me Edward Cullen;
from this hell I'd never choose.