KhansVulcanPet
Her fingers glided delicately over the keys.
She was playing a song...
But he couldn't tell what.
As he lay there
Bleeding
He realised
It was their song.
Their waltz.
It wasn't supposed to be so much
The pain doubled in intensity
I shouldn't have trusted
Now look what's happened
Chained.
It's beautiful.
I envy them all.
Such beautiful people.
With beautiful language.
How I wish
I had been born
a native Icelander.
Harming myself.
I feel alive.
It makes me remember
That I deserve this.
Adrenaline rush.
I can't stop.
I thought I was the one who counted. I was wrong. I don't count, never have, never will. I cared too much, when I should have remembered that caring is not an advantage.