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Die Die Die (by Kara)
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It rained at the funeral-yet the casket was dry and
so was my face-for I could no longer cry-the tears had frozen
solid-stiff
Blood poured in the road-it seemed to run until it slowly
dissapeared out of view-run away run away run away
The blood was cold yet it still tasted the same.It smelled
the same and felt the same,too.It reminded me of him-it should have because
it was his at least I think it was.
They never understood us-they never would until it was too late.
It is too late.I knew it would happen yet never thought it would.
All of the people stared-they pointed their fingers-they called us freaks
and reminded us Halloween wasn't for a few months and laughed at us
I ignored them and he laughed back-he was stronger than me
he seemed feelingless.He never cried-or smiled he just kept a straight face.
I was so envious of that.
Those people never understood what they were doing because one time
some one pushed him too far-I knew it would happen
The gun was shiny and it made a rather sharp bang.
I ran to him-yet it was too late-he was already gone-so I held him until that
freaky guy from the funeral pulled him away and tried to explain he was dead-I knew that-I just couldn't beleive it.
I can't go on-it's too much-I'm not a freak-at least I dont think so
Bang
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