Chapter 13
As she drove to the place her father was, Sylvia saw only shades of gray. The world was colorless and harsh. It was like a twisted kingdom of pain and anguish. She was lost to the world, lost to everyone. Her life was cold and blank. Like a gray stone. Nothing worth saving. She drove like a demon down the streets that were so familiar yet so unknown. The radio blared full blast but she didn't notice it much, save for one song.
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Do you remember me
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side
Or will you forget me
I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ
Tourniquet
My suicide (Tourniquet)
She arrived at the scene to discover the FBI was already there, and her father was cornered on the lawn with a gun.
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