Another Victoria/James poem, since this pairing won't seem to go out of my head...
Disclaimer: I don't own them! No way!
Reviews are the water and my life is the Sahara. Don't let me die, I'm too young: one review is one drop of fresh water in my mouth and since I grow less and less human as I go deeper and deeper into the breath-taking Twilight world, one drop is enough for me to survive a week, until next Saturday, and then I'll turn fifteen. I don't want to die before being fifteen! Please!
To make things more clear: Victoria is thinking about what is left of her life and she shouts at Edward in her head, he's the «you». I guess you'd have understood anyway, but I don't want any reviews asking «do you think she's mad enough to do such a speech out loud?». The answer would be why not, if Riley wasn't with her, but that's not the point. She's just thinking, guys.
You don't know anything who I am what I lost
You don't know how torn were my soul and my mind
When I realized that there was nothing to find
But ashes on the ground, of this hunt the cruel cost
Since then my heart is full of hate is full of blades
I know just one thing this girl's blood has to be shed
I can see it under my lids its startling red
And I can find James' eyes in its burning shades
I move I talk I plan but I don't feel alive
My revenge is the only reason I survive
The price to pay will be the death of your girlfriend
I've been through agony to end up standing here
Face to face with you two I feel it crystal clear
However it turns out I'm at the very end.