AlfredtheGreat
12-06-2010, 10:09 PM
He did it because no one knew me. He did it because no one cared. He did it because he’s lucky if I talk to one person in a day. And now he’s just a ghost overhead, He will haunt you until you’ve seen the disaster that is him. A ghost overhead is what he has become. He didn’t turn into a ****ing bug or tree. He came back as a ghost and now is his reign over you for you are what he needed.
It was a normal Sunday night he was in bed waiting for school the following morning. He thought of you. He thought of what you must be doing at the exact moment that your image floated across the space above his head. It’s Sunday night, the news will reach the school by Friday morning. Your image was burned into the back of his skull. You were essentially his. Wednesday, the sky darkens and the winds howl. You could have saved him. But he was out on his own. Oh, of course you didn’t mean it he was just some kid who didn’t deserve a second of your time. And you ignored him, were displeased, revolted by the idea of him. Not what he looked like or the words he said just the ****ing idea of him made you toss in your sleep. And now you can’t sleep for there is a ghost above you. You can feel its presence as a cool breeze that you initially accept but then you become terrified of the thought that there is a ghost above you and you run in your mind you run.
So it’s Monday and he’s going to school the wind is making it chilly outside but he feels happy. But it’s just a shell because inside he has the longing for something more than the life that is given.
It was a normal Sunday night he was in bed waiting for school the following morning. He thought of you. He thought of what you must be doing at the exact moment that your image floated across the space above his head. It’s Sunday night, the news will reach the school by Friday morning. Your image was burned into the back of his skull. You were essentially his. Wednesday, the sky darkens and the winds howl. You could have saved him. But he was out on his own. Oh, of course you didn’t mean it he was just some kid who didn’t deserve a second of your time. And you ignored him, were displeased, revolted by the idea of him. Not what he looked like or the words he said just the ****ing idea of him made you toss in your sleep. And now you can’t sleep for there is a ghost above you. You can feel its presence as a cool breeze that you initially accept but then you become terrified of the thought that there is a ghost above you and you run in your mind you run.
So it’s Monday and he’s going to school the wind is making it chilly outside but he feels happy. But it’s just a shell because inside he has the longing for something more than the life that is given.