Post by xToTheENDx on Jan 18, 2008 22:42:21 GMT -5
Title: Catalyst Of Death
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Inspiration: "Lonelier Than This" by Steve Earle.
POV: Gerard's, first person
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Your gestures, your touch, your face... Your smile.
I miss you so much.
Who would’ve thought that it would end this way?
You were always so strong, perhaps you gave too much of yourself.
I feel like I’m choking on my own words, just a few days ago we got in a fight.
If I could do anything I would take those words I spoke back, anything… anything.
Gunshot wounds are the only thing my ears pick up on as I rush into your room.
You lie there, bleeding tears of pain, you know that I will never be able to live this down.
So you win, don’t you? That bet we made?
I live every day thinking about what I could have done to keep you here longer.
This smile, this touch… please, you kept me alive with those aspects.
Was I too weak to help you?
I keep reaching for your hand, pushing through doors, waiting for people to come tell me this is one of your insane jokes.
And as the hours, days, and months pass I find myself forgetting things you did.
I close my eyes and I cannot see your face, but god… I can see your blood.
I'm sobbing over your body, my tears are mingling with your blood, you're gasping. Your light is fading. Your hand is in mine, your grip fades…. And you're gone.
You were so perfect, so strong. I loved the way you tried to stop yourself from laughing, but you never could. The way your heart was always so open to those in need.
I'm speaking at your funeral, do you see me? I can’t even finish, you hurt me so much. Is this what you wanted? Mikey has to help me to my feet, I’m trying not to hate you… I really am.
Could this smile not keep you alive? Could this heart that beat for you (only you) not have held you stay? You were beautiful; you should have had so much more than what God dealt you. I'll never forget you, Frank. Ever.
The wind is blowing. Under any other circumstance I would enjoy this day; we would be laughing, you running ahead of me across the grass. Not this day, this is the day they put you in the ground. The dirt lands with a dull “thud” on your casket. Everyone is turning to go. I can’t tear myself away from this morbid scene. Every shovel is like a dagger, it’s nailing home the fact that you have left of your own choice. You didn’t care enough to stay.
And so this is the final scene.
Me sitting on the edge of your bed, there on the floor is your silhouette. You’re staring at me, begging me, urging me, not to do anything stupid.
This gun is the brush, my blood is the paint, the floor is the canvas, and you, my dear Frank; you are the catalyst.
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Yeesh, I've been in an emo mood lately.
Comments?
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Inspiration: "Lonelier Than This" by Steve Earle.
POV: Gerard's, first person
---------------------------------
Your gestures, your touch, your face... Your smile.
I miss you so much.
Who would’ve thought that it would end this way?
You were always so strong, perhaps you gave too much of yourself.
I feel like I’m choking on my own words, just a few days ago we got in a fight.
If I could do anything I would take those words I spoke back, anything… anything.
Gunshot wounds are the only thing my ears pick up on as I rush into your room.
You lie there, bleeding tears of pain, you know that I will never be able to live this down.
So you win, don’t you? That bet we made?
I live every day thinking about what I could have done to keep you here longer.
This smile, this touch… please, you kept me alive with those aspects.
Was I too weak to help you?
I keep reaching for your hand, pushing through doors, waiting for people to come tell me this is one of your insane jokes.
And as the hours, days, and months pass I find myself forgetting things you did.
I close my eyes and I cannot see your face, but god… I can see your blood.
I'm sobbing over your body, my tears are mingling with your blood, you're gasping. Your light is fading. Your hand is in mine, your grip fades…. And you're gone.
You were so perfect, so strong. I loved the way you tried to stop yourself from laughing, but you never could. The way your heart was always so open to those in need.
I'm speaking at your funeral, do you see me? I can’t even finish, you hurt me so much. Is this what you wanted? Mikey has to help me to my feet, I’m trying not to hate you… I really am.
Could this smile not keep you alive? Could this heart that beat for you (only you) not have held you stay? You were beautiful; you should have had so much more than what God dealt you. I'll never forget you, Frank. Ever.
The wind is blowing. Under any other circumstance I would enjoy this day; we would be laughing, you running ahead of me across the grass. Not this day, this is the day they put you in the ground. The dirt lands with a dull “thud” on your casket. Everyone is turning to go. I can’t tear myself away from this morbid scene. Every shovel is like a dagger, it’s nailing home the fact that you have left of your own choice. You didn’t care enough to stay.
And so this is the final scene.
Me sitting on the edge of your bed, there on the floor is your silhouette. You’re staring at me, begging me, urging me, not to do anything stupid.
This gun is the brush, my blood is the paint, the floor is the canvas, and you, my dear Frank; you are the catalyst.
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Yeesh, I've been in an emo mood lately.
Comments?
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