How tall is the bridge, from the top of the tower, to the roadway?
The water is too forgiving.
I want all to see the horror, early in the morning rush.
Will they gasp, will they cry, will they say "oh well", or laugh?
I want the concrete's hard, cold farewell.
I want my blood to paint the vehicles as they pass.
Will they cry themselves to sleep, will they seek counseling?
I don't know.
I hope they cheer me for my bravery, my will to die and seek the unknown.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.08 seconds at 6:08am on Nov 13, 2024 via server WEBX2.