Hey guys!! It's Vanessa! Well Hannah (TokioHotelObesessionX100) & and Have been trying to write together but we never had any luck..(Cause I'm nowhere close to as good as her.) But I do write pomes and here's what we got! Be sure to look at Hannah's page!
P.S:: It's really a strong story.
Don't forget To R&&R
No answer came from behind the pounded door.
Tom screamed, screamed as people came running.
The noise was loud, loud enough to have woken him from his fitful sleep.
That noise! That noise! It rang in his head still, coursing through his brain like a vibration causing a ripple on a lake's surface.
That noise had torn through the air and seemingly breaking it into shards that warped and stung his skin.
Behind him someone grabbed him back.
His shoulders sank under the weight of what he knew had happened.
He was angry, why would he be? He swore he wouldn't, at least not without Tom.
Georg and Jost rammed into the door.
People were starting to come out of their own rooms having heard the first noise.
They all stood watching the strange scene before them of men ramming into the door and a fully-grown man shaking and sobbing while held up by other people.
With an ear splitting crash, the door was broken down, people rushed into the room only to stop dead once in.
A woman let out a screaming sob and someone cursed.
"Let me through." Tom croaked as he pushed forward.
He didn't understand why they had all stopped in the doorway.
But as he made his way through the crowd,
he saw the thing everyone was staring at.
On the wall in dark black were these words:
'Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped and twisted
So many tricks and so many lies
Too many when's and too many why' s
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped and twisted
Sleeping awake and choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the numbers unlisted
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped and twisted.'
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Beneath the words lay Bill.
Warped and twisted around the bullet he had shot.
The gun lay silent and unmoving in his fallen hand.
Tom's knees buckled underneath him.