Blur

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By ~*You Shouldnt Mumble~*

I see the flashing of red Down the highway Wet pavement People pushing down Slowing down The storm is upon us. A choice To slow to take it Speed down highways life A blur a blur Filling your thoughtful eyes A clash a clash Confused horror The trigger has been pulled And your apart of the scene Always looking on Never being apart Never stopping Never helping Your time has come now To be what you hated So dearly Im coming for you To get what I need Im coming to get what’s mine. Lights more lights Flash & blur. Series of noises pound in your head Im coming for a mouthful Not the whole. Rubble Rubble Pull yourself away from rubble. Suffer you can feel the pain as it crawls through your skin It Hurts, It Burns, It crumbles The very inside of you. Slowly not being able to move Slowly as it creeps up on you Slowly eating your flesh away as it peels off your bones You stop, can’t move its here Your Mine. Your breath leaves as the sirens come Echoes of Screams & Cries hum through your head. Your Mine. It’s your time to Die. Its Your Time to be Mine.

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March 11, 2010 15:33Convalescence

Wow. This is so... .. All I can say is wow. Lots of emotion here. Keep it up, great writing.