First part (Chrona's poetry):
Winter Blue, Part 1;
Snow
Today was not my best day,
I think it was my worst,
Torn up inside, I want to cry,
Why must it always hurt?
My life's been like a trainwreck,
And it's hit an all time low,
So just for tonight,
Under winter night,
I'll fall asleep in the snow.
That must have been a victory,
To take on your first kill,
Did it make you feel stronger? Was it worth the pain?
Did it give you that kind of thrill?
Why is my shadow asking?
I don't know what to say,
I answer "Yes,"
So maybe then,
It might just go away,
But no, instead it asks some more,
About who I am and why,
Don't I know the answers now?
Why can't I reply?
Then one day I can't even tell me,
Who I am and what's my name,
All I want right now is for this shadow to go away,
"Forty-two," it says, before it asks me why
Forty-two questions I pass up,
And then I start to cry,
How long, I think, now all alone,
How long can it be this way?
Before the hell just gets too much
And I finally go insane?
From morning when I wake up,
To the time I go to bed,
I can't escape the haunted place,
That hell inside my head.
I ask myself the questions,
But now I can't reply,
I don't know how to deal with this,
This loneliness inside,
Sometimes I wish I could escape,
And hide from all the stares,
The eyes that don't know who I am,
The piercing hateful glares,
But why? Why did she see me?
Beyond that dried-up space,
And kicked the sand around me,
Til my circle was erased?
Some days I have to wonder,
About things I'll never know,
Like what would happen if she'd never come,
And saved me from the snow?
And then, everyone crawled into the emo conga line and wished they were never born. T_T I don't know how it came out, actually, so you'll have to tell me. Anyways, there's hopefully more to come later on. Please, concrit, review, tell me what you think...all that jazz.