Saturday, October 8, 2011

Funny how people finding you curled up in the dirt is seeming to become a habit, Elisa.
Wonderfully dramatic timing on his part, though.
Don't you think?
The amount of blood lost on your part is unfortunate, though.
You made the Choice though, didn't you?
You actually made the Choice.
Selfish little Lissie, sparing her friends from defending her.
Hide away, short stuff.
After all, it's what you're good for, hiding behind people like the pitiful little wretch you are.

This path you're on will twist and turn.
People will fall and skies will burn.
Build it tall and build it thick
Stone by stone and brick by brick.
For all the good that it will do
These walls will soon collapse on you.
Your blood will wash into the sea.
In the end, it's you or me.
Change what you can, but in the end
You will do more than lose a friend.
And I will laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.

You won't have the nerve.
Who will have to kill for you the next time?
And the next?
And the next?
Watch Rome burn, Elisa.
I'll bring the fiddle.

1 comment:

  1. Hey. Hey you whose not-Marie because Marie is still fucking comatose. You can just lay off Lis. No one here's burning or bleeding or going to be any time soon. No walls are falling. You'll see - and it's not going to go the way you think. Not. At. All.