Note: Ah, just some angsty poem I wrote about Legolas dying… you know, wounded, and the like. If you don't get something just try or ask in you review hint hint. Enjoy. I don't own anything… and may Tolkien rest in peace till the end of this world comes crashing down upon our belligerent heads.
Clutch
By boybeater3736
You
try to pull away
As
your soul wanes
You
feel your heartstrings tug
As
you strain to draw painful breath after painful breath
But
that's okay,
It's
your fault you didn't move out of the way of the blade
They
beat you senseless
Till
you scream in agonized pain
They
hold you hostage
So
that any help is in far reach
But
you won't die
That's
the problem
You
keep breathing
And
your heart still beats laboriously
You
beg for mercy
And
none is given
But
dawn shall rise
Even
if your own body won't
They
sneer if your face
And
kick you with a heavy boot whenever they get the chance
They
chain you to a wall
And
whip you till there is nothing but shredded skin on your back
But
they will proceed
No
matter how loud you scream…
The
clutch is stuck
And
you can't switch gears
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