♥If you REALLY LIKE SOMEONE right now AND MISS THEM and can't get them out of your head then re-post this within 1 mintute and whoever you are missing will surprise you.♥
I am the infection that slowly grows in your mind.
I am the weed that you smoke for fun.
I am a one of a kind.
Wish you could be over and done.
I am the Candy,
That the children eat.
I am the Brandy,
Drank on Christmas Eve.
I am the life of your soul.
Attempt a resurection.
One you cannot control.
I am your infection.
[Give me a reason.
Give me a truth.
Give me a reason,
Just not to shoot.
Give me a reason,
To love and care.
Give me a reason,
I gave you a dare.]
I am the infection, That grows in your mind.
I am the cocaine, stored in your closet drawer,
I am the Pateince, Lost over time.
I am the Lover, who just wants more.
I am the Maybe,
That the hater says,
I am the Can-Be,
Of the Secrets ends.
I am the one toll,
You can't get change for.
I am the rainbow,
That's full of blood and gore.
[Give me a reason.
Give me a truth.
Give me a reason,
Just not to shoot.
Give me a reason,
To love and care.
Give me a reason,
I gave you a dare.]
I am the ressurection, Of a different Kind
I can be, the Lovers End.
I am the Evil, in the middle of the night.
I'll make the, greatest bend.
Life knows such simple things,
The day begins,
With a telephone ring,
Begin now, the greatest sin.
Fidn out, that your friend is dead,
Don't believe it's true.
A bullet, into his head.
Another day, begun anew.
[Give me a reason.
Give me a truth.
Give me a reason,
Just not to shoot.
Give me a reason,
To love and care.
Give me a reason,
I gave you a dare.]
Runaway, Love.
Take me with you.
Runaway love.
Make it true.
Keep it up, you've got it now,
Don't let him down, You know just how.
Make it simple, Make it right.
'Cause in the end, It'll stay night.
You loved your friend,
[you're Goddamn right]
I know what I'm gonna do.
The infection has Returned,
Nothing can be done,
The Ressurection has occured.
Lesser of the None.
[Give me a reason.
Give me a truth.
Give me a reason,
Just not to shoot.
Give me a reason,
To love and care.
Give me a reason,
I gave you a dare.]
I was the infection, that controlled your mind.
I was the weed, you smoked for fun.
I was the Candy eaten on Hallows Night.
I was the Brandy drank, now it's all done.
I was the ressurection,
of something Evil.
I was never real.
I was just your deep,
[Depression.]
Sometimes life sucks. I know this doesn't sound "professional" or anything, but it's the god damn truth. Life just sucks. And I, especailly, can tell you about that. This is the story of a boy. A teenage boy, wrote through the eyes of a teenage girl. Honest to god truth, this is not a true story.
"Shut up, Dan. Nobody cares what you have to say."
"They do to. Everybody cares about me." Dan said with an egotistical smile on his face.
"Ugh...Just shut up. We gotta go and get Cande." Leh commented as he started to walk out the door.
"I'm just saying, that if you like somebody that much, you should jsut fucking ask them out, it's not going to kill you, ya know....." Dan had stopped grinning and pranced out the door after him.
As they entered the garage and dropped into Leh's 1994 black FireBird. You know, the ones with the two doors, red stripes and huge trunks. Leh flipped on the radio, blasting some old school ICP and backed out of the driveway. As they retreated from the driveway a speeding green, four-door Ford truck came barelling down the street and strait into the passanger side of Leh's car. Hitting his best friend. The car was totaled. There was a dent the size of Texas and all the windows shattered. Dan flew foreward and hit the windsheild and then back. As the glass shards still flew, Leh pulled his now bleeding from the head, best friend into his lap and pulled the car door open. Leh pulled Dan out of the car and fell to the ground. When the truck hit a medium size peice of glass stuck into Leh's arm and another in his chest. Leh, still bleeding, pulled his mangled bloody friend into the garage. With a broken leg, Leh managed to still run into the house and call 911,
"9-1-1 what is your emergency?"
"Please," Leh struggled to say, panting, "a truck...it hit my car...please..
Many worried hours later, Leh awoke in a hospital bed. Eyes half open he could see that he was alone. All he could hear was the beeping of many different machines and the panting breath of the person in the room next to him. He opened his eyes a little further to see that he was strapped down; he freaked. He started to flail his arms and legs. Screaming. He cut himself many times on the hard metal bed and restraints. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his upper arm.
Black out.
He awoke, again, in the same bed. But he heard a familiar voice.
"Leh? Leh? Soembody! Come here! Leh?!" the girl was shouting. He couldn't take it.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled as he tried to sit up; but could not. He looked around frantically and saw that it was Cande. She had tears in her eyes, and her soft black hair was a mess. She grinned, almost ear-to-ear. But still, tears streamed down her face. She threw her arms around him and he layed his head upon hers. She cried for twenty minutes. A nurse walked in,
"Can you tell me your name?" The nurse said to him softly.
"Leh Norman Gregert." He said, confused.
"Good, how old are you?"
"I'm seventeen." he said, still confused.
"Good, good. How tall are you?"
"I'm 5'10- 5'11."
"Great. I know I can see your hair, but what color is it?"
"It's black and red."
"Great. What year is it?"
"It's 2008. Why are you asking me these questions? And where is Dan?"
"Don't worry. Alright, do you remember who this is?"
"That's Cande. My friend." Cande smiled.
"Alright," she clipped her pen to the clipboard, "I'll be back in a bit."
The nurse returned quite some time later and told Leh that he could leave. So, he did. They had told him that Dan was rushed to a hospital four hours away by helicopter. So, Leh thought nothing of it, and went home, sore, beat-up and bloody. Cande took him home, layed him upon his couch and went home for the night. In his dreams that night, were horrifying images.Images that no teen age boy should have to see.
He was alone, in a dark room. As Leh looekd around he seen Cande, laying on the groudn in front of him. A bullet throguh her head. Blood on the wall behind her. He looked down to his lap. A hot pistol lay there. Still smoking. Tears welled up in his eyes. What had he done? He jumped up from the cold metal chair and flew himself to the wall, looking for a door. He found a cold knob and turned it. Leading himself into a white room. As Leh looked around he found that there was a purple door across the room, so he started running, hoping it was the exit. He finally got to it, tears streaming down his face as he did. He slid the door handle down and opened the purple door. Looking behind him, Leh took a step foreward into the new room and fell. Free falling into nothing but a dull haze of light. His screams turned into a light sigh as he fell. His mind slipping farther and farther into the dream. He hit the ground with a light thud! Leh stood up, blood rushing from his head to his feet.