August 15th, 12:30 Noon I don't seem to see a single cloud above.
What a pretty day.
I know I can't beat this heat, The heat rays are giving way.
As I spend all my time having conversations sitting next to you.
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"Hey but I,.. Don't really like the summertime..''
And as you're petting on the cat, You said such a daring thing right from under your breath.
Ah, And like the cat that ran away..You went to chase it in the end.
Jumping right infront of a- Traffic light that poured the shade of red, Bright red!
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Crashing in and breaking you to bits, That truck heard a scream a little bit too late.
Blood dripping everywhere, The scent of your hair.
Choking me back, And I just can't take it.
Are these lies? The heat is mocking me.
"You wish you were asleep but it's not a dream!''
As my vision blurred.
hear the singing crickets cry.
And fall right back into another dark sleep.
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Waking up in my bed, I can hear ticking clocks, Mock my ever ringing head.
I look to see the time.
August 15th, Twelve Something noon.
I don't seem to see one cloud above.
And then I hear the cry of a cricket singing loudly in my head.
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"Hey but I..Do I really have to wonder why?''
Cause last night in the dream I had, We're in the park that we're sitting in now.
"Hey, I think the two of us should leave.''
But stepping slightly off the path.
Their heads turned up and were.
Widening their eyes and Gapping their mouths.
--
Stabbing holes, And splitting you to two. That beam made a scene, As it fell straight from the sky
As the winds are chiming, Stares from a passerby.
Filling the air.
As they hit those park trees.
Are these lies? I never heard her say.
"What you see is exactly what you're gonna get.''
Keeping my thoughts away. Acting like a stray.
I swear I saw you smiling.
//
In the last hour of the day.
Again I have seen you die.
You've been telling for the past ten years.
This is a cycle that will never disappear.
But a story is a story like they say.
And today I'm going to make this story change.
Beyond this bloody, Scorching summer day.
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Crashing in and hitting me instead of you.
I pushed you aside to nearly dodge the truck.
My blood everywhere, The scent of my hair. (Now the other victim's P.O.V.)
Mixing in and I just can't take it.
Are these lies I haven't heard him say?
"What you see is exactly what you're gonna get.''
Keeping the thoughts of stray.
Looking at your gaze.
Just pull me back, Into a no ending sleep.
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August 14th, Early morning.
A girl wakes up repeatedly the same.
Muttering again.
''Guess I failed again this time too.''
As she sat alone a cat cradled in her arms..
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