Post by zombiesx on Jan 6, 2008 17:44:03 GMT -5
A man stands in a dark hall way, with people around him, all of them waiting on something. Most are healthy, but the occasional coughs of that one sick person have came threw, *cough, cough*. If he where sick, it was not to be the cold that would be going around, it is the abuse of the cigarettes in his front pocket. He smokes them, with the feel of the nerves being calmed, either that or the nerves dying.
He is here to board the subway, and take his trip back home, with a open heart for what shall come, or what may not. He does not know about it for sure, for all he knows the thing he is going for, could be taken by another person. Another man could have took it, another man could have took the love of his life Lacey, but he risks it anyway. If he lost his ex, he is a man and can get over it, but had broke off the relationship if she was out there, and she was single.
If not single, he could try to find someone to make up for it, but knowing her, she would brake off the relationship with the piece of **** she was seeing. As for his sickness, it could be inside her to, not spreadable to others from them, but a internal cancer. They see it coming to each of them, but still repeat what they done before to cause it, instead now one of them has a plan. Jake is the one with the plan, and does not know if she has the same plan.
Jake is the one in the subway, who has that pack of cigarettes, to light up. To let it flow into the body’s of the other people around him, and hope that the cancer can grow in them. He stands there, with the one cigarette in his right hand, and held now to his mouth, inhaling the smoke. Letting it go into his lunges, as he lets out the occasional smoke, by opening his mouth, and letting it out.
He is a murder, and his weapon is his cancer stick, that he lights up every time he feels he needs it. His addiction is killing him, his addiction is killing them, and his addiction is killing each and everyone of you. He is aware, but few can see that it is coming near them, and it is taking them slow, as well as him self along with it. This is better than the blade he used into his wrists, before he opened his eyes, it only hurt him, not the ones he hated.
When he took his first puff, he had his girl by his side, he had took it from his drunken father’s bedroom. It was placed clearly on a night stand, with a lighter beside it, after it was took his parents did not pay attention to know about it. So there he was, sitting with her across from him, with her hand holding a cigarette, that was took from the pack. He had used the lighter on both of theirs, and now inhales the smoke with his girlfriend who is doing the same, both at the age of 15.
He remember it like it was yesterday, his father passed out in that chair where, the same he would fall into after coming home drunk. His mother was next door, with Lacey’s dad, who was very abusive to his daughter. Himself and Lacey was in his room, and it all went from there. It brought them each trust, as they would do anything together after that, they would do everything together after that....
What he has waited for has arrived, the subway’s object of transportation came to a halt in front of Jake, and the people around him who where waiting. As he flipped the cigarette out of his mouth, and stomped it on the ground, to put it out. As the door opened, he walked forward with the other people, and then got on the subway’s vehicle. Walking down the aisle he came to a seat, as everyone else did, and he threw the bags which he carried with him down beside him.
The object that was parked, now has people in it, along with the other’s who where on when it picked up Jake and the others from the station. He is sure that these people have a reason to ride this, some may be going away to work, or somewhere like that, but he is not. He is going to the past, he is going back to the little town in which it all started, and it will all begin again in the future, in the very near future. As the object took off with such great speed, it could not be stopped soon, speeding on it’s way down the line, the same thing in life, never ending until a crash, or being ended.
(--------;;--------)
“ Time is sealed in the past, razorblade kisses and barbed wire wrapped baseball bats.”
He is here to board the subway, and take his trip back home, with a open heart for what shall come, or what may not. He does not know about it for sure, for all he knows the thing he is going for, could be taken by another person. Another man could have took it, another man could have took the love of his life Lacey, but he risks it anyway. If he lost his ex, he is a man and can get over it, but had broke off the relationship if she was out there, and she was single.
If not single, he could try to find someone to make up for it, but knowing her, she would brake off the relationship with the piece of **** she was seeing. As for his sickness, it could be inside her to, not spreadable to others from them, but a internal cancer. They see it coming to each of them, but still repeat what they done before to cause it, instead now one of them has a plan. Jake is the one with the plan, and does not know if she has the same plan.
Jake is the one in the subway, who has that pack of cigarettes, to light up. To let it flow into the body’s of the other people around him, and hope that the cancer can grow in them. He stands there, with the one cigarette in his right hand, and held now to his mouth, inhaling the smoke. Letting it go into his lunges, as he lets out the occasional smoke, by opening his mouth, and letting it out.
He is a murder, and his weapon is his cancer stick, that he lights up every time he feels he needs it. His addiction is killing him, his addiction is killing them, and his addiction is killing each and everyone of you. He is aware, but few can see that it is coming near them, and it is taking them slow, as well as him self along with it. This is better than the blade he used into his wrists, before he opened his eyes, it only hurt him, not the ones he hated.
When he took his first puff, he had his girl by his side, he had took it from his drunken father’s bedroom. It was placed clearly on a night stand, with a lighter beside it, after it was took his parents did not pay attention to know about it. So there he was, sitting with her across from him, with her hand holding a cigarette, that was took from the pack. He had used the lighter on both of theirs, and now inhales the smoke with his girlfriend who is doing the same, both at the age of 15.
He remember it like it was yesterday, his father passed out in that chair where, the same he would fall into after coming home drunk. His mother was next door, with Lacey’s dad, who was very abusive to his daughter. Himself and Lacey was in his room, and it all went from there. It brought them each trust, as they would do anything together after that, they would do everything together after that....
What he has waited for has arrived, the subway’s object of transportation came to a halt in front of Jake, and the people around him who where waiting. As he flipped the cigarette out of his mouth, and stomped it on the ground, to put it out. As the door opened, he walked forward with the other people, and then got on the subway’s vehicle. Walking down the aisle he came to a seat, as everyone else did, and he threw the bags which he carried with him down beside him.
The object that was parked, now has people in it, along with the other’s who where on when it picked up Jake and the others from the station. He is sure that these people have a reason to ride this, some may be going away to work, or somewhere like that, but he is not. He is going to the past, he is going back to the little town in which it all started, and it will all begin again in the future, in the very near future. As the object took off with such great speed, it could not be stopped soon, speeding on it’s way down the line, the same thing in life, never ending until a crash, or being ended.
(--------;;--------)
“ Time is sealed in the past, razorblade kisses and barbed wire wrapped baseball bats.”
