Running, always running, never stopping. Never escaping.
The mutts with eyes of the people I killed,
Chasing, tearing, whispering.
I hear their voices, their screams, their pleas for help.
But I don't. I can't help. My feet keep running,
Always running, never tiring. Never escaping.
I see death around me. I see the spears and the bombs.
I see the soldiers under rule, I see fire, I see Snow.
I see the very thing that has kept me alive for so long
Take the lives of others.
The man that first gave me hope, My dandelion in the spring,
holds me up and whispers in my ear.
He whispers of death and life, of cruelty and of roses.
My first alliance, my first kill, tributes, people of the dead district.
I can see their eyes in the monsters that hunt me.
Then they reach me.
Tearing, ripping, torturing.
Healing, crying, screaming.
The one I love most, standing over my carcass, laughing, jeering.
Mocking.
That's all I really am.
The bird that gives the warning call.
So…. Yea! Just felt like wirting something and this is what came out. I was reading another fanfiction and I read how this person included the nightmares and I thought I could also try to write a nightmare, because in the book she wakes up screaming and crying doesn't she?
I would welcome any suggestions for something new to write, I running out of ideas!
Till next time
~thornsword~