Isn't it about time?
Funny thing, my watch died.
But who the hell cares?
I tried to watch the moon,
but the clouds enshrouded it
just before the rain poured down...
so I'm drenched and cold and...
lovin' it.
Just loving it.
That's when the tears come,
and I start running out of breath
and sucking for air so hard
my chest hurts and my sides cramp,
and I scream,
"Jesus! Will I live to see another moon??"
I know she loves the moon, too.
Strange thing is I ran out on her,
yesterday,
because I couldn't stand the hysterics.
I don't want to be around any people...
all they do is rant and rave and weep
uncontrollably,
like me,
but I prefer to do it alone.
I want to go out of this alone.
So I crank up Sabbath's "Into the Void"
and wonder if life is worth living
in any other place at all.
The Halo-Vids are droning on through the evening,
commanding the citizens to board the Night Train,
but I'm hiding in the open and my feet won't work;
I'm looking for a star to guide me,
but the clouds are like black satin;
I realize this birth-planet is also my coffin,
as it should be,
as it must be,
as it will be...
till death do us part.
Author notes
My last 48 hours...
A contest entry
- End of the World by Lucian Valcor.
500 points, ended July 25, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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this was awesome you offered a lot of imaging into it which made it that much better I love how you used metaphoric speech which only added to the story line you did a great job good luck in the contest and thank you for joining
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Thanks so very much!
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