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By mia_marie810 Date: 2002 Nov 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.19.19.02.3274]] |
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"He's dead," you said and then smiled that stupid smile that drives me wild and told me to stay a while and have a drink, try to think how I felt when I knelt and screamed and cried my eyes red while my heart bled and you stood there with that stupid look upon your face, the one that I can trace all the way back to when you told me, he would kill himself eventually, because you're always right, both day and night, and after all it doesn't really matter how deep I fall into this thing I try to call a mix-up of my emotions, because I drank the wrong potions, I accidentally gulped down the one for a permanent frown, and now there's nothing I can do to make you come back to life. |