ʜᴘ ~ sᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛs||ᴇɴɢ

𝑪𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒐 (𝑫. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚)

(After the war / Twenty One Pilots Car Radio)

Draco's POV

I think of something great, holding a bloody razor blade in my hand. My lungs fill up with fire and deflate. Every breath hurts. It's terrible, how little time I have left.

I feel I should fill up this void in my head and heart by this, what I once bought. But unfortunately I can't, cuz someone stole my car radio. Silence is brutal.

It destroys me from the inside, piece by piece. I'm touching my arm with a razor blade. I'm moving out across.

It's hard for me to hide, that I have no pride, it's on my sleeve, which is covered in blood. My skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed.

I hate this car. There's no place, where I can run away from my stings if remorse. I'm forced to deal with what I feel and with my stings of remorse.

They eat me alive, piece by piece. I'm moving my blade once again.

Life is scary, because now there's no sound, that can mute my stings of remorse. I don't know, what we're here for. Probably only to fight with our own fear.

I need to stop thinking. I preferred it when my car had sound.

As I have already said it above, silence is brutal and it's eating me alive.

There are two things in life – peace and fear. People say, that peace will win. But not in my case.

People have to think, because to think means to live. People have to live. They're forced to living, to thinking.

But I don't want to. I don't wanna think. I don't wanna live.

As I have already said, there's no place, where i hide and I'm forced to deal with what I feel.

That's why I'm moving my razor blade once again and I'm looking at the blood on my arm, running down. My eyes are closing slowly and I hope I won't open them again.

I'm leaving.