Death of I
By sweetOkashi
he said it wouldn't hurt he told me that over and over i was pretty sure i got the idea across that i was afraid of being hurt he said it wouldn't hurt though he assured me it wouldn't i figured he could be trusted i did not know how much maybe i wasn't thinking or maybe i just wanted to hold his hand he said it wouldn't hurt as i journeyed down through the darkness looking up at the crystal sky and the blue clouds falling wasn't supposed to hurt, according to what he said his hand was tanned and smooth comforting in its grasp but when i started to fall it grew dry and hard his peaceful grasp turned into a hateful grip his clean white fingernails turned into red ridged claws that dug into my skin it wasn't that that really hurt it wasn't the being lied to either it was the looking up at the sky the heavens being cried out for screamed for and knowing i'd turned away from it turned away believing him someone that i didn't know, but knew all of my life while i was engulfed into pain, agony, lies, murder and defeat justice, happiness and God cried for me Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 09:24 AM PST 0 • 10
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"he said it wouldn't hurt..."