Elizabeth.J's Blog – July 2011 Archive (5)

Two years ago if you heard the name scotty you'd think of that one guy.

The once in a while person you would see that everyone seems to know.

Now if you hear my name you would recognize it as your protector.

The one who kills for a living, who never sleeps unless I have a gun.

Everyday there's bodies strewn everywhere splattered in blood and guts.

and everyday im the one walking past the engulfing flames getting to you.

My hair shagged and dried from…

What is it that makes us breathe? 

That makes us laugh, walk and die?

Life.

The very fruit of our existence that can suck us dry in a matter of seconds.

But chooses not to.

It carries us in its arms protecting us from harm, it shows us comfort when we need it most.…

The putrid smell of rotting flesh seeping into the air as I slide my mask on.

The filthy streets I walk past littered with dead bodies.

Their dead corpses a home for the creatures who scurry across the floor,The flies buzzing around making it hard to think.

No one is here. The faces of families and children stare at me with hopeless…

Look at the scars on my arms.

look at the marks on my legs.

The oozing flesh dripping off me like blood dripping off a knife.

Each piece of flesh bubbling with its own acid rain sticking to you as I graze past you.

You stare at me as though I have a disease, I have nothing to hide for I know I am a monster.

My skin shows it, the blisters, the scars, and all the marks of my past interference.

Whats wrong with me?

I am just like you but have a…

Slowly falling in the shadows of darkness. slipping away from reality.

Being dragged into a dark abyss waiting to be taken to my own world.

Showing no sign of struggle as I slip away.

The world which I fall in slowly shows its face.

Unmasking itself and taking my hand, it takes me away to show me its land.

The it turns to he as he shows me the way.

The stars all shoot by while the moon shines bright as he slowly leads me into the night.

This…