This was supposed to be prose, but we were reciting Shakespeare before I wrote this so suddenly I was writing in rhythm. So, I hope you enjoy it... It's the first time I post something like this.
Dedicated to Sygaila for listening to Devote and me reciting Shakespeare...
It's one of the strangest things,
To see people staring,
Thinking you are dead,
Whilst I can hear their voices
And see their stares.
It's one of the strangest things,
To realize that to them I am dead,
and will stay dead,
Although in my mind,
I'm still here, alive.
I know that I will not remain,
And that to some I am gone,
Yet my spirit remains,
Wondering about my life long gone.
I wish I could reply.
I can hear their voices,
And I can see their stares,
But my own voice betrays me,
And my eyes seem dead.
I just can't move.
I'm fading, slowly,
Yet to most I am long gone.
And not before long,
I will be gone.
Who will remember me?
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Short Stories
Historia CortaA collection of short stories that I've written, or am writing. Many of these are based on songs by artists like All Time Low, Against The Current or Simple Plan, but they are not fanfiction! I just like to base my stories on specific lyrics or feel...
