Just something I thought up. I actually sat down with only an inkling of an
idea, but it turned into this. Please review if you think I should
continue. Please please please?
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Blood. My insides convulse and the crimson blood spills forth. The vicious hacking stops for a precious moment, and I am allowed to drift into a restless sleep.
My dreams are unsettling, her image floating around my head. She who brought me to this fate, that delivered that bittersweet kiss of death that will in the end reunite us again. In my own delirium I cry out to her, waking myself from my uneasy slumber.
In between bouts of sleeping episodes I am cared for by my dear friend, the Argentinean. In the end, he is my only friend. Toulouse was swept from us the previous year, the other bohemians too insane to help at all. He brings me water but I cannot get it down, nevertheless keep it down. He brings me cool cloths for my head and warm blankets for my body, but before long he is on the floor again, unconscious.
Unable to get to my typewriter, I write with a pencil on what little paper I have left. I could call it "Mad Scribbilings of a Dying Man" I think to myself with a grim smile on my face.
I write quickly, with no real thought to my words:
"I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
And lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter"
I feel myself start to cry and I throw the paper across the room.
***
In my utopia I am happy. I rest and breath clearly, I am healthy. The luster and shine has returned to my thick auburn hair, now flowing with wildflowers, which in my last hours became limp and dull, and the sparkle in my eyes has returned.
I found my way here out of great trial, my past nearly robbing me of eternal life. I was seen as a simple whore, killed by the affliction of my trade. But in the end the good Lord took me, called me one of his precious children, and let me pass into the gates of the paradise that on earth was known as heaven.
I leave the world of my life behind me, and I know that one day I will be reunited again with my loved one. I pray for him, that his life will go on and that he will be happy.
But in my ecstasy I hear my name. An anguished cry that shakes the golden leaves on the trees and the song sparrows from their perch. A cry that could only be made by one person, my only love. I have to get to him, he needs me now.
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lyrics © linkin park, this perhaps being my vain attempt to please Lisa, though that may be impossible because I wore something from *gasp* the weathervane which in her eyes makes me *DUM DUM DUMMMM* preppy!!!
*dies*
***
Blood. My insides convulse and the crimson blood spills forth. The vicious hacking stops for a precious moment, and I am allowed to drift into a restless sleep.
My dreams are unsettling, her image floating around my head. She who brought me to this fate, that delivered that bittersweet kiss of death that will in the end reunite us again. In my own delirium I cry out to her, waking myself from my uneasy slumber.
In between bouts of sleeping episodes I am cared for by my dear friend, the Argentinean. In the end, he is my only friend. Toulouse was swept from us the previous year, the other bohemians too insane to help at all. He brings me water but I cannot get it down, nevertheless keep it down. He brings me cool cloths for my head and warm blankets for my body, but before long he is on the floor again, unconscious.
Unable to get to my typewriter, I write with a pencil on what little paper I have left. I could call it "Mad Scribbilings of a Dying Man" I think to myself with a grim smile on my face.
I write quickly, with no real thought to my words:
"I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
And lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter"
I feel myself start to cry and I throw the paper across the room.
***
In my utopia I am happy. I rest and breath clearly, I am healthy. The luster and shine has returned to my thick auburn hair, now flowing with wildflowers, which in my last hours became limp and dull, and the sparkle in my eyes has returned.
I found my way here out of great trial, my past nearly robbing me of eternal life. I was seen as a simple whore, killed by the affliction of my trade. But in the end the good Lord took me, called me one of his precious children, and let me pass into the gates of the paradise that on earth was known as heaven.
I leave the world of my life behind me, and I know that one day I will be reunited again with my loved one. I pray for him, that his life will go on and that he will be happy.
But in my ecstasy I hear my name. An anguished cry that shakes the golden leaves on the trees and the song sparrows from their perch. A cry that could only be made by one person, my only love. I have to get to him, he needs me now.
***
lyrics © linkin park, this perhaps being my vain attempt to please Lisa, though that may be impossible because I wore something from *gasp* the weathervane which in her eyes makes me *DUM DUM DUMMMM* preppy!!!
*dies*