Fridaythekid

Silence, it’s not best when there’s no-one to hear. Only the heart in your chest beats every minute, every second. But does that count as a drum? A drum that beats the sound of a cry, a cry for help. A cry for love. No one’s home in her eyes. The girl who though she could fly. A sword in her chest, tears in her eyes.. The drum slows for her, but everything is going so fast.. Too fast for a lost soul.. A lost soul whose love was taken from him. His love was taken by death, claimed by a sword.. A sword of broken hopes.. Broken dreams. But does her love give to the man she once knew? Yes.. It does. For this love is too strong. All lovely creatures run in one direction, only the heartbroken run the other way from fear.. From sorrow… Can this all be changed? No. Not when the only one they loved is gone… Or has gone under in a coma of drowning dread. Dread, it’s like a sickening liquid that chokes the worried and the hopeless. It chokes out the words of it’s victims when they die.. The victim only wishes to give up, or wishes for help. Belief is so far from them.. So far from the man and girl.. Her lover’s eyes full of tears, the man’s lover bleeding out of reality. Can her tears dry from his shirt, from his hug of desperation.. No. For her tears are only dried by the thirst of blood, the thirst of passion.. The thirst of hope. There was the drum again.. Beating… Each beat showing a passion that no one can see, a passion no one can hide… A passion no one can take… A passion that brings the girl to her love every time.. Can you hear it? You brave warrior, fighting for the ones who need a helping hand, who needs someone to help them fly away.. The broken winged.. The lost soul… Can you save the drum from stopping?