Post by phoenix june. on Oct 28, 2007 11:29:21 GMT -5
Tag : Open
{W} Due to possibly language
{W} Due to possibly language
Phoenix walked through the streets quietly. It was just around midnight and he was told one upon a time that this was not an hour to make noise. Something his mother had always told him, due to people tended to sleep at this time. He did not understand why people would want to choose this time of all times to go to sleep. With the half moon hanging beautifully in the sky. The stars as well as the occasional streetlight, glittering off the pavement. Sleeping at this hour would be cruel and unjust in his opinion. To much to see, so much to do.
Upon starting to reach that moment where bordem kicked in, Phoenix started to skip. He enjoyed skipping more then he should perhaps. He could not help that he found bouncing around fun. Made his body move, which was the main thing that turned him on to skipping. When you just walked your body did not move as much and it made for something dull and Phoenix hated that dull feeling. Made him want to rip off his own head in instances like that. Which deep down he did not want to do. He preferred ripping the heads off of others.
"All around the Mulberry Bush, The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey stopped to pull up his sock, Pop! goes the weasel."
His mother used to sing him this song at night. He found it comforting in a twisted way. He loved the song and tone it left playing softly in his head. Made him want to move back and forth to lovely sound of its agonizing meaning. Such a cleaver song of murder and attack. Though his mother said it was a song meant for only fun and games, he knew that was nothing but a lie and this was the song of a happily tragic story.
