Never {far} away/// Pepper
Apr 11, 2014 14:08:07 GMT -5
Post by knuckles on Apr 11, 2014 14:08:07 GMT -5
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PINE OAK
District Seven/ Seventeen/ Julian De La Celle
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colours of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
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PINE OAK
District Seven/ Seventeen/ Julian De La Celle
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colours of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
Freedom, a word rarely used on any given day. It doesn't exist, and it'll never exist as long as the Capitol reins strong. Decisions are made for us every single day. Nobody has the choice of surviving, or dying. At any given moment, the Capitol can wipe out everyone we love and not think twice about it. Living here sickens me, but it's all I know. It's a miserable life, yet it'll never change. Toes can't cross the thin line between what's allowed and what's not allowed, or the authorities will punish us one by one. We're human, and we deserve so much better than what they are giving us, but nobody knows any different. I know no different, yet I constantly wonder it's like living free.
Soft rain patters gently against the roof of the old, ragged, ran down house feeling my ears with music. Rain always calms everything, and when I was capable of working, I was able to be free. We'd work through the rain constantly, yet the axe wouldn't do much in my hands. My eyes glance out the window watching drops of rain race one another fighting for the finish line as they flow freely. Rain is free, it comes and goes as it wishes. Nobody can make it start, and nobody can make it stop. It has the freedom to choose unlike those surviving in this nation. It's a horrible way of life, but it's survival, and everyone does what they can to survive otherwise it would only be death.
I throw a jacket over my shoulders letting it fall gently down my back easily covering my body. The hood lands upon my head as my feet carry me through the door into the rain. Nobody can control me, and today is the day I live my life. My eyes glance around the district as most people are inside away from the rain making it the perfect time for getting lost where nobody can find me. My face turns high towards the sky allowing the rain to consume my soul. One day I'll be free like the rain, no worries in the world as my life passes by. Step by step my feet guide me through the district away from everyone as I slowly grow closer to the woods I once worked in.
Trees surround the woods as my feet move carefully away from the trail I always took. Pain, surges through my hand, where my hand use to be, as my eye focus on the stump. They took it away from me, and they weren't able to fix it. My life was nearly over as blood poured from my body, and nobody seemed to care. The job I had enjoyed and devoted so much time to was taken away at the blink of an eye over a horrible mistake, and I'll never forgive myself for it. Anger flows freely inside my body as my head hangs towards the ground allowing the rain to flow freely over my face wiping away the pain as it always did.
A soft patch of grass looms before me, and I remove the jacket from my body before tossing it down upon the grass. Slowly, I lower myself onto the jacket not caring if anyone finds me. Maybe I'll be dead before anyone even notices. My legs cross one another and my head lowers towards the rest of my body as tears flow from my eyes mixing with the rain. Joy was taken away the moment the axe slid through my hand. Pain filled my veins the moment my hand landed upon the ground. Everything I had once lived for is gone. Just let me die. Don't let anyone see me. Don't let anyone talk to me. Don't let anyone find me. I just want to die. Please, just let me die. Dying would be easy as it'll be damn near impossible for anyone to find me.
Lyrics: Away from the Sun- Three Doors Down