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Sept. 20, 2004 I turn my face towards the rain I feel the gentle pitter patter against my skin Blood of bloods wash off my body The metallic taste of it taints my mind The blood is my own…and it flows freely I face the rain which has gained harsh force My eyes turn ruthless obsidian, with no shard of humanity There are only so many times you could hold a bleed or cry out But only my humanity is lost There are some things you only realize when they start to break My humanity was one of them I then gained my ruthless merciless ideals of life Ruthless I spilled blood Merciless, without any emotion I've made my own monster Packed into this fourteen year old body I stare out into the storm...it's my reflection Of what I've become the monstrosity of my own undoing The drops of rain caught in my eyelashes blend with my bloody tears And the tattered remains of my soul Some things you just can't get back Let alone run away from You can try but only for so long until a breaking point You can't run form your own shadow... But your shadow can hunt you down ~enigma ------------ About the author Rachelle Ann Ramos: I'm attempting to be an author, at any age writing a book is an amazing feat. But I bet it's harder when your just a highschool freshmen. I have always dreamed about being an author of an inspiring book in which teenagers can relate to. I certainly hope I can get through this let alone highschool. Email: geminiprincess90@cs.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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