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Sep. 14th, 2004 06:51 pmI remember Julia.
When I let myself, that is. Her hair, her smile, her perfume. Roses. Red roses.
Gunfire, a smile splattered with blood, a single red rose in a puddle.
She had a voice like an angel. Used to think she was one.
But an angel wouldn't have done what she did, would she.
A single red rose in a puddle. The only way out of that nightmare was to die. Yeah, that sucked. All of it sucked. Fuck her, fuck Vicious, fuck the Syndicate.
For three years I said fuck everything. But I couldn't let it go then and I can't let it go now. And even now, even after I felt her die in my arms and killed him, I still look for her. I look for her because I see the past and the present at the same time. There's no difference: what happened then, what's happening now. It's all still replaying, over and over, every damn day.
And I'm still here. Maybe we all are, all three of us, forever.
Bang. You're dead.
When I let myself, that is. Her hair, her smile, her perfume. Roses. Red roses.
Gunfire, a smile splattered with blood, a single red rose in a puddle.
She had a voice like an angel. Used to think she was one.
But an angel wouldn't have done what she did, would she.
A single red rose in a puddle. The only way out of that nightmare was to die. Yeah, that sucked. All of it sucked. Fuck her, fuck Vicious, fuck the Syndicate.
For three years I said fuck everything. But I couldn't let it go then and I can't let it go now. And even now, even after I felt her die in my arms and killed him, I still look for her. I look for her because I see the past and the present at the same time. There's no difference: what happened then, what's happening now. It's all still replaying, over and over, every damn day.
And I'm still here. Maybe we all are, all three of us, forever.
Bang. You're dead.
