i can't sleep. it's raining hard outside. and it's as dark and as much rain in my heart.
I have to remember.. how my brother looked at me..
he's eyes!.. when he grabed my neck. like if he didn'T intend to let go.
minuets i wasn'T able to get air. i couldn't touch the floor. just probably very little with the toe.
he's eyes... these develish eyes. my brother.. no!.
not my brother. the devil himself..
he wanted to kill me. and not let go.
these eyes... of death...
i can'T stand it...
why... why did he want to kill my.. my brother...
i hate you Yves....
 Angel.Vivian · Sat Oct 09, 2004 @ 09:39pm · 3 Comments |
