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That sound! That horrible sound!
It scrapes my ears, itching toward my brain, making me crazy!
First I ignored it
Idiot, Idiot, Idiot!
But it got louder, louder, louder!
I remember, it was only in my room
The sound was only in my room
It was near the window
Too scared to look
I saw faces, twisted faces
But now it's everywhere
Following me like a rainy cloud
It just follows, follows, follows
I was normal once, only 13
Then, the accident, the blood, the knife, the silhouette,
Then the sounds
Screaming, shouting, gunshot
Then silence
But that's not the sound that stalks me at night
It's much worse
Scratching, scratching, scratching
Scratching on the walls, on the window, on me
The others can't hear it
They can't see the rainy cloud
Call me crazy
I'm not crazy!
I'm not crazy....
But soon, the sound will stop
Yes, it will stop
The rainy cloud will no longer follow
It won't get me anymore
The gun is in my hand, against my head, my finger trembling on the trigger
It can't get me anymore
- by Hows Your Trousers |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 04/19/2009 |
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- Title: Sound
- Artist: Hows Your Trousers
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Description:
Uhh
I was sooooo bored
So I wrote this
I guess >.>
It's prob. really crappy
wrote it at 3.30 ish - Date: 04/19/2009
- Tags: sound
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Comments (2 Comments)
- ii_smallz - 05/01/2009
- this is beautifl i think i can feel this story its not really a sound is it its LIFE right i no how the carachter feels is it life i like ur writing stlye its not a story not a poem its a tale idk i just like it pm me when u have more work up i really like this one
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- Goth0possom - 04/19/2009
- wierd but odd how did you write this
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