~Let's Play at Murder Park~

Come Children,

Let's play at the park where a little boy died.

He wanted someone to hear his cries.

He wanted someone to stop him from going down the path that no children should go now.

He kept trying and trying,

But no one heard him or even chose to listen.

Then one night,

He tried to drown another little boy in the fountain.

The other little boy's friend,

A past victim,

Killed the unheard little boy with a gleaming knife.

There the unheard boy lay,

Resting in crimson blood.

Did the Father take him up to clouds?

Or down where the Damned and the Fallen resided?

Come Children,

Let's play at the blood covered Murder Park.

~I Loved Him You Know~

(Sylvia's View on Dally)

I really loved him you know.

He was a jewel,

A rare jewel you could going find in the middle of nowhere.

He was so damned beautiful.

Wild ice blue eyes that could freeze you yet burn you at the same time.

Blond white hair that looked as wild and untamed as he was.

Maybe that I didn't try to stay loyal to him when he was in damn cooler or even right in front of him.

I wanted him to be mine all mine

But taming the wildness that made him beautiful was too much for me.

You may say that I never really loved him.

But I'm telling you,

I really loved him.

I still do.

~Before We Die~

(The Curtis Gang)

They are the angry and the desperate and the alone.

They don't want anyone to take away what little they get to stand for.

They only need each other.

The family they built by themselves,

No blood shared between all of them.

They built a family of brothers with tears and scars and open wounds.

They patch wounds with loose stitches that will be tore open and reclosed again.

They fight for each other,

They defend each other's honor.

They try to climb up the mountain

Just to make one wrong move.

A move that should be their death,

But the others are there to catch the falling before they die.

~Dally~

Does whatever it take to climb up, even with blood covered fingers.

Apart from the rest to protect himself from the pain from losing someone.

Laughs when he wants to cry.

Lets himself go to see if someone will catch him.

Yearns to more open with those he sees as family, but, bitterly, knows that when he does, they will end up hurt or dead.

~Angels~

Two little boys,

Younger than the rest of the little boys in the "family".

They weren't perfect innocent angels,

But they were the purest out of the family.

Wide eyed curious babies,

Eager to join the family ranks.

But the older little boys wanted to protect what little innocence was left.

Even if they had to lock the little "angels" away in a cage….

Even if they had to clip the fading white wings….

The older little boys wanted to protect the baby little boys angels.

But then one little angel fell,

Spiraling towards where the Fallen and the Damned laid wait to hurt the dark skinned angel even more.

The other little angel is grasping for anything that will bring his friend and "brother" back.

Not even the older little boys can fix the giant tear that is on the front of the last angel's heart.