new piece
okay...so this idea was derived from reading Murasaki_kaze's little piece before. An amazing and inspiring writer...not sure why sou (MK) likes my work actually ^^;; It's not that good, but I hope you like it. It also made me realize how evil children's games are when we really think hard about it.
All fall down
by t.k. (yoshiro)
Ring around the rosie
i'm too old for shit like this. or at least i thought i was. yet here we are, mentally running around, chasing each other like school kids. things were happy, i didn't even notice that the scenery was all the same. just kept my eyes on you, following where ever you led me. and somehow, things changed. the fragrance of flowers that i had smelled before seemed to rot and warp, and the lines seemed harder, edges sharper. i was dying slowly inside. i had faltered.
Pocket full of posies
the final memories of us. dried, dead, and faded. i'd have taken a still shot of us, but you were always running ahead. it's amazing i ever got to see your face at all. i tried to bury the memories of you, but i was always chasing after your back. how was i to know you were running from me because you didn't want me to see you? you never even spoke to me about those things. just left me with a mess of you to clean up. before the darkness. i had slipped.
Ashes, Ashes
ashen wings. ash. the color of nothing and yet everything here. too dark to be pure any more, too light to be completely corrupt. i've stumbled, and landed in a world of no color. if it wasn't for the sick smell, i could pretend the blood had washed away from my hands. i could be clean again. as i chase after your shadow, gray on gray, i lose my way. the ash slows me down like lead weights. my voice tries to shatter the thick silence to no avail. i'm lost, i'm cold, and i'm tired. yet you never notice. running on in the endless game of tag. i had fallen.
We all fall down
sou. we all fall down. a fall from grace with no hope of stopping or slowing down. i forget how long i've fallen or how many times i tried to get up. the wind whips by me so fast it cuts into my flesh. the air feels so cold that i see my breath, and my words get caught in my throat like ice. i'd try to chase after you, but i'm too tired from running in circles.
God I hate these childrens games
All fall down
by t.k. (yoshiro)
Ring around the rosie
i'm too old for shit like this. or at least i thought i was. yet here we are, mentally running around, chasing each other like school kids. things were happy, i didn't even notice that the scenery was all the same. just kept my eyes on you, following where ever you led me. and somehow, things changed. the fragrance of flowers that i had smelled before seemed to rot and warp, and the lines seemed harder, edges sharper. i was dying slowly inside. i had faltered.
Pocket full of posies
the final memories of us. dried, dead, and faded. i'd have taken a still shot of us, but you were always running ahead. it's amazing i ever got to see your face at all. i tried to bury the memories of you, but i was always chasing after your back. how was i to know you were running from me because you didn't want me to see you? you never even spoke to me about those things. just left me with a mess of you to clean up. before the darkness. i had slipped.
Ashes, Ashes
ashen wings. ash. the color of nothing and yet everything here. too dark to be pure any more, too light to be completely corrupt. i've stumbled, and landed in a world of no color. if it wasn't for the sick smell, i could pretend the blood had washed away from my hands. i could be clean again. as i chase after your shadow, gray on gray, i lose my way. the ash slows me down like lead weights. my voice tries to shatter the thick silence to no avail. i'm lost, i'm cold, and i'm tired. yet you never notice. running on in the endless game of tag. i had fallen.
We all fall down
sou. we all fall down. a fall from grace with no hope of stopping or slowing down. i forget how long i've fallen or how many times i tried to get up. the wind whips by me so fast it cuts into my flesh. the air feels so cold that i see my breath, and my words get caught in my throat like ice. i'd try to chase after you, but i'm too tired from running in circles.
God I hate these childrens games