~Carmen~
I couldn't believe how real the dream felt: the ocean, washing over my skin; the sun pouring heat over my head; the seaweed tickling my feet. It felt Mehr of reality in the dream than in the actual Beschreibung of life, which scared me like hell. The vividness was choking my senses alive, but I was able to hear the cry in the background; yes, very angelic and begging me to come closer, to ease the pain. I tried turning, but my body willingly ignored me, and I flailed about desperately.
And then I saw him.
The black haube wrapped around him like a religious cloak, twirling farther down to his waist and ending to just faintly brush the ocean waves dipped under his bare feet. He stood on oben, nach oben of the water, dark red eyes staring at me from the inky blackness that fluttered in that grave hole. A scythe was in his hand, the metal glinting at me. Slowly, he started a walk towards me.
I struggled, writhed; but it did me no good. He moved as if he owned everything, and whether oder not I desperately moved to be free, he was in charge. He took his grand time reaching me, stopping inches away to kneel down. Those red eyes tempted me, peered into my soul and converted me.
I breathed lightly, my herz beating too fast to count, my head spinning as the oben, nach oben of a child's toy would; fast, frightening. His face was getting too close, too close, hurting, suffocating...
Cold, dead lips met mine.
Everything stopped.
I woke.
The sun blinded me through the window, Wird angezeigt me the light it could produce. I angrily stomped over there to pull the curtain away, then trotted to my bett and stuffed myself under the covers again. I shut my eyes.
And then the damn alarm clock went off.
I growled, tearing the covers off once Mehr and slapping the alarm clock on the top, pressing the button deeply down. I heard the machine make a small click, something it never did before, and I groaned.
"Another clock. Just great."
I got up, stretching like the marvelous cat I was in the morning, and rubbed my eyes. I staggered over to the bathroom, opening the door. I screamed.
"Jesus, Sam, you'd think that you'd knock sometime, oder let me know you're here!"
Sam stood there, shamelessly holding a razorblade full of shaving cream before me. He still had half of his face to go. "Sorry. Brothers are like that, Du know."
"And Du know how sisters are. Now get out!" I pointed towards the door, glaring at him. He shrugged, continuing.
"How the hell did Du get in here, anyhow?"
"I took the subway, went for a little walk, had some food---"
"Be sensible, jerk." I mumbled at him, sitting myself on my bed, toying with the covers.
"You left the door unlocked."
I frowned. "No I didn't."
He turned to me and nodded, scraping some Mehr of the cream off. "Yeah, Du did."
"I swear to God I didn't. The key is---" I ran to my drawers, opening the first one. I pulled the key out from under the socks, Wird angezeigt him the small piece of gold. "See? I put it here when I was done locking."
"How do Du know that it wasn't there to begin with? That Du left it there yesterday?" He looked away to watch his reflection in the mirror.
"Because, stupid, I'm not as dumb as you." I placed the key back into its rightful spot, then faced him. "Go to Simon's place and shave all Du want there, but I don't want you're hair in my sink. You're already making me late as it is." I started to Suchen for a pain of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Yeah, yeah. And until Du get a guard dog, I'm going to be staying here for a few days. Mom sagte so."
"Mom can go shove it up her---"
"Be nice." He warned, giving me a look while he rinsed off the blade.
"Who's in charge here again?"
"Doesn't matter. You're nature, as it is, will get Du into trouble." He threw the blade in the garbage, yawned, then leaned against the sink and watched me, bored.
"And what does that make you? Someone with higher knowledge? We have the same parents, Du know." I stated sarcastically, grabbing my bag.
"Oh yeah. I totally forgot. I'm just the idiotic friend who has some sort of Liebe connection to Du in being able to come every morning and shave the hair---"
"Shut up and get your bag." I shot at him, letting that fake-ass grin stay on all the way to school.
I couldn't believe how real the dream felt: the ocean, washing over my skin; the sun pouring heat over my head; the seaweed tickling my feet. It felt Mehr of reality in the dream than in the actual Beschreibung of life, which scared me like hell. The vividness was choking my senses alive, but I was able to hear the cry in the background; yes, very angelic and begging me to come closer, to ease the pain. I tried turning, but my body willingly ignored me, and I flailed about desperately.
And then I saw him.
The black haube wrapped around him like a religious cloak, twirling farther down to his waist and ending to just faintly brush the ocean waves dipped under his bare feet. He stood on oben, nach oben of the water, dark red eyes staring at me from the inky blackness that fluttered in that grave hole. A scythe was in his hand, the metal glinting at me. Slowly, he started a walk towards me.
I struggled, writhed; but it did me no good. He moved as if he owned everything, and whether oder not I desperately moved to be free, he was in charge. He took his grand time reaching me, stopping inches away to kneel down. Those red eyes tempted me, peered into my soul and converted me.
I breathed lightly, my herz beating too fast to count, my head spinning as the oben, nach oben of a child's toy would; fast, frightening. His face was getting too close, too close, hurting, suffocating...
Cold, dead lips met mine.
Everything stopped.
I woke.
The sun blinded me through the window, Wird angezeigt me the light it could produce. I angrily stomped over there to pull the curtain away, then trotted to my bett and stuffed myself under the covers again. I shut my eyes.
And then the damn alarm clock went off.
I growled, tearing the covers off once Mehr and slapping the alarm clock on the top, pressing the button deeply down. I heard the machine make a small click, something it never did before, and I groaned.
"Another clock. Just great."
I got up, stretching like the marvelous cat I was in the morning, and rubbed my eyes. I staggered over to the bathroom, opening the door. I screamed.
"Jesus, Sam, you'd think that you'd knock sometime, oder let me know you're here!"
Sam stood there, shamelessly holding a razorblade full of shaving cream before me. He still had half of his face to go. "Sorry. Brothers are like that, Du know."
"And Du know how sisters are. Now get out!" I pointed towards the door, glaring at him. He shrugged, continuing.
"How the hell did Du get in here, anyhow?"
"I took the subway, went for a little walk, had some food---"
"Be sensible, jerk." I mumbled at him, sitting myself on my bed, toying with the covers.
"You left the door unlocked."
I frowned. "No I didn't."
He turned to me and nodded, scraping some Mehr of the cream off. "Yeah, Du did."
"I swear to God I didn't. The key is---" I ran to my drawers, opening the first one. I pulled the key out from under the socks, Wird angezeigt him the small piece of gold. "See? I put it here when I was done locking."
"How do Du know that it wasn't there to begin with? That Du left it there yesterday?" He looked away to watch his reflection in the mirror.
"Because, stupid, I'm not as dumb as you." I placed the key back into its rightful spot, then faced him. "Go to Simon's place and shave all Du want there, but I don't want you're hair in my sink. You're already making me late as it is." I started to Suchen for a pain of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Yeah, yeah. And until Du get a guard dog, I'm going to be staying here for a few days. Mom sagte so."
"Mom can go shove it up her---"
"Be nice." He warned, giving me a look while he rinsed off the blade.
"Who's in charge here again?"
"Doesn't matter. You're nature, as it is, will get Du into trouble." He threw the blade in the garbage, yawned, then leaned against the sink and watched me, bored.
"And what does that make you? Someone with higher knowledge? We have the same parents, Du know." I stated sarcastically, grabbing my bag.
"Oh yeah. I totally forgot. I'm just the idiotic friend who has some sort of Liebe connection to Du in being able to come every morning and shave the hair---"
"Shut up and get your bag." I shot at him, letting that fake-ass grin stay on all the way to school.
Sobriety is beyond a horizon for you,
One Du won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific Bilder replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do Du do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why Du mess around,
just let yourself be!
One Du won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific Bilder replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do Du do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why Du mess around,
just let yourself be!
I'm sat at home
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt Mehr than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to Liebe me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I Liebe him, but his Liebe is dim
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt Mehr than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to Liebe me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I Liebe him, but his Liebe is dim
He gives me sight,
Saves me from evil's bite,
Holds me when I cry,
Always Von my side.
My last breath is taken and gegeben to him,
He saves me from the storm I'm in,
He saves me and calls me his,
Have him when I'm in a crisis.
Jesus is everything.
Everything to me,
Helping me see,
Stealing my heart,
Oh how I hate being apart.
Stand here and be moved Von him,
To feel him in my veins,
To feel him inside of me.
My friend,
My helper,
The great shrink,
I am proud to be part of his link.
Blown away Von his grace,
Blessed Von his mercy,
Oh how he carries.
Holds every tear in his hand,
Wipes away our sorrows,
For a better tomorrow.
Here I phase
Here in my old age
Here I run with no place to go
Here I stand with no purpose
Here I am with no show,
No lights,no cameras,no grace
Here I am with this world having me in it's tight embrace.
But I won't give in.
For God Loved me so.
Here I am in this place,
Here I am just watching the world race.
Watching the world fall apart,
Here I am just waiting for a new start.
As this breaks my heart,
I know I will Mitmachen God's cart,his army,his people and I will live in heaven above.
Here I am asking you,
What will Du do?
Here I am watching Du phase,
Here I am watching Du turn to old age.
With no place to go,
Here I am telling Du don't want to low.
As we change and as we grow,
This world will face judgment,This I know.
Don't turn to old age,
Don't get Lost in the world's maze.
Save Du self.
Don't let yourself phase.......
Here in my old age
Here I run with no place to go
Here I stand with no purpose
Here I am with no show,
No lights,no cameras,no grace
Here I am with this world having me in it's tight embrace.
But I won't give in.
For God Loved me so.
Here I am in this place,
Here I am just watching the world race.
Watching the world fall apart,
Here I am just waiting for a new start.
As this breaks my heart,
I know I will Mitmachen God's cart,his army,his people and I will live in heaven above.
Here I am asking you,
What will Du do?
Here I am watching Du phase,
Here I am watching Du turn to old age.
With no place to go,
Here I am telling Du don't want to low.
As we change and as we grow,
This world will face judgment,This I know.
Don't turn to old age,
Don't get Lost in the world's maze.
Save Du self.
Don't let yourself phase.......