This is a new style i am working on, tell me what you think. its something that came to me as i watched my friend hurt over a girl....
Fighting. Fighting to keep his head out of the water, fighting the current that threatens to drown any shred of sanity he has left. He's lost. Lost in the past, stuck in the present. He wants out, an escape, so he takes a knife, presses it to her flesh, watches the warm crimson boil up and pour out, watches her writhe in pain. Tormented, he stares at her face. A moment, a glimmer of recognition occurs. This pain, that has taunted and tormented him, holds no horror in this earthly lamentation. This face, sprayed in crimson, has lost all its anger and now he's afraid. What has he done? He bleeds as she bleeds and no love can heal this pain. He grips the knife, realizing there is a way to end this, a way to escape. He feels it is too late. He is fading, but I cannot just stand and watch. I need to stop this. I rush in, a savior in black, and I stop him. In fear and anger the knife is pulled on me, and I am forced with life or death. Knocking the knife away, I pull him to me and he cries. I pull him away and he leaves the girl that has hurt him, that has turned to pieces. We walk away and start all over.
