Jul 14, 2005 07:48
the ride was still and numbed, words weren't worth speaking. The aloof Breeze of night brought company till it grew still and calm for a brief moment...and with Bolts of furrius light flashed and thundered but never descended to land. Clouds opened their wounds and rain poured,............... and along followed a lone droplet charging out of the clouds mouth and sitting martsh on the skys.
-SMASH-
No way of knowing that the top-center of the cars windshield was were he was bound. A revival accured as it glided down attaching itself to other lone droplets gaining volume, mass, and speed.At its peaked with full momentum the lone drop assiled the windsheld right dead center with a mighty Gash. Cracking and crashing the windshield in half, splitting the automobile, and bisecting the passengers in two (now lay two of four equal parts).
The postponed words are worth now,but futile, they fell molted in the scraps of metal, glass, and Flesh. A heap of boiling blood is what i'm marooned with.