Poprocks & Coke (a JFK / Lee Harvey Oswald Fanfic)

48: Air Catcher

Wednesday 14th November 2001

HARVEY'S P.OV. (Cont.)

Washington D.C.

(TW: Mentions of 9/11 attacks, if you are affected by this please do not read this chapter)

It's just been over a month since the 9/11 attacks, just as I'm getting better with my depression this shit happens! I'm still pretty shook up about it, thankfully no one that I know were on one of those fateful planes that crashed into the World Trade Centre (AKA The Twin Towers) or were in fact in the towers when that horrific terrorist attack happened, I just hope that America gets its shit together to prevent another one of those from happening again, and I also hope that that Bush bastard says something about my proposal of protection for the rest of the country and the rest of its citizens, not just me. Fuck you, Osama Bin Laden, fuck Al-Qaeda, I hope you all burn in the deepest pits of hell and never try to escape!.

I don't fall slow like I used to

I fall straight down

You've stolen my air catcher

That kept me safe and sound

My parachutes will guide me

Safely to ground

But now the cord's not working

And I see you staring me down

I won't fall in

Love with falling

I will try to avoid

Those eyes

Oh

I think you would beat

The moon in a pretty contest

And the moon just happened to be

The very first thing that I missed

I was doing fine on my own

And there wasn't much I lacked

But you've stolen my air catcher

And I don't know if I want it back

I won't fall in

Love with falling

I will try to avoid

Those eyes

'Cause I'm not sure

I want to give you

Tools that can destroy

My heart

And I just don't say

What you want to hear

So I'll write my fears

And I don't believe

In talking to breathe

And falling selfishly

I won't fall in

Love with falling

I will try to avoid

Those eyes

But now I'm here

To give you words

As tools that can destroy

My heart.
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*All rights go to: Twenty One Pilots
Written by: Tyler Joseph*