A Note To My Beloved Readers:
This way by no means written with the implied characters in mind, but once
I had finished, It seemed to fit. The likly hood of my school's magaizine
taking it is slim, so I submit it to the poor tired masses, thirsting for
a little sustenence. And Now, Without Further Adue...
Thrice Fools
So you were a fool for betraying them. And he was a fool for
trusting you. Twice fools both of you, for falling into the deepest trap of
mankind. Hadn't you learned by now, that very simple lesson that should be
burned into your brain? Don't trust anyone.
And naturally, there is a hurt, wounded third party who blames you
both for this mess. It's a triangle of lies that circles in backwards upon
its self and can't be traced. Thrice fools all of you. Why couldn't one of
us figure it out before this and brake the cycle. Then we'd all be happy,
only one of us carrying the burden of knowing that none of us were safe to
be with.
Now it's out. All the lies, betrayals, hurts. Everything we tried to hide
from the searing sun of total knowledge. So now, of course, the hourglass
is broken and we lost what little time we had to hide it all. It makes me
sick to see how this all happened. All that rings in my head is the one
accusation I can't get rid of. I can ditch this life like I've planed to,
I can forget all the words they said, but my last bridge of guilt won't
burn, no matter how hard I try to set it alight. A subtle sound, like the
last ring of a bell: You could have stopped it, you could have stopped it,
and you could have saved them.
I could have saved them.
Reviews taken with pride, flames used to burn the above mentioned bridge.
*shakes empty box* Wasn't this full of matches when I started?
This way by no means written with the implied characters in mind, but once
I had finished, It seemed to fit. The likly hood of my school's magaizine
taking it is slim, so I submit it to the poor tired masses, thirsting for
a little sustenence. And Now, Without Further Adue...
Thrice Fools
So you were a fool for betraying them. And he was a fool for
trusting you. Twice fools both of you, for falling into the deepest trap of
mankind. Hadn't you learned by now, that very simple lesson that should be
burned into your brain? Don't trust anyone.
And naturally, there is a hurt, wounded third party who blames you
both for this mess. It's a triangle of lies that circles in backwards upon
its self and can't be traced. Thrice fools all of you. Why couldn't one of
us figure it out before this and brake the cycle. Then we'd all be happy,
only one of us carrying the burden of knowing that none of us were safe to
be with.
Now it's out. All the lies, betrayals, hurts. Everything we tried to hide
from the searing sun of total knowledge. So now, of course, the hourglass
is broken and we lost what little time we had to hide it all. It makes me
sick to see how this all happened. All that rings in my head is the one
accusation I can't get rid of. I can ditch this life like I've planed to,
I can forget all the words they said, but my last bridge of guilt won't
burn, no matter how hard I try to set it alight. A subtle sound, like the
last ring of a bell: You could have stopped it, you could have stopped it,
and you could have saved them.
I could have saved them.
Reviews taken with pride, flames used to burn the above mentioned bridge.
*shakes empty box* Wasn't this full of matches when I started?
