

Taste of foolishness There is silence. I cannot feel. I'm not angry, not happy.Taste of foolishness by ~iruel
I'm not tired, but I ain't relaxed.
It's silent. NO sounds. Black, as the darkest night.
I feel it. Soft, warm. Touch to my skin. I feel it real.
I try to open my eyes. Are they open? I don't know.
I can see now. I look into your eyes.
Why are you crying.
More important, why are you bleeding?
A scar.
Making blood run down you face.
I try to reach out. I cannot move.
I try to ask, but the words simply won't come out.
I can se clearly now.
You're crying?
Why?
I turn my head.
Metal.
Wretched.
Oh god.
That's my car.
I cannot move because i'm stuck under it.
My arms ar