#8 gloominess
Mar 5th, 2007 by Ashley
jealousy flowed in the air, infused a dense smell of corrupted acidity
everyone busy circling and declaring territories
she’s pushed away. she’s the sacrifice.
and the morning cuts you like a knife
tears ran down her cheeks as Kevin Griffin’s voice grinded through her nerves
all of a sudden she realized she’s put in this odd number situation again, in which she’s always the one left out.
this wave of melancholy hit her by surprise and she was striken down mercilessly like a flower in the storm and there was even a faint smile on her face not yet faded
she stayed quietly in the back of the car, scenary ran by so fast that she couldn’t catch her breath. “it’s uncalled for.”
and they say it’s all in her head.