Parallel As I come out of the now deserted train station, it is raining heavily so I pull out my green umbrella. Swerving my way through floods of people, a taxi pulls up beside me. "Get in" says a quiet voice beckoning me into his vehicle. He asks a gain louder. So I clamber inside. "Why... Who...uh?" I say confused. "You looked like you were avoiding people, on an empty street. I don't know why you had an umbrella, seeing as it's not raining." I look down at my umbrella. It is wet, with blood.

Me... The shattered remains of my house and it's begone structure, lies before me. Dark shattered remnants of lives once lived are everywhere to see. Skeletons lie strewn across the entire town, they're just crying. Where the bluebells used to grow; the mockingjays Once sung. But no more is this beautiful town. No more of its beautiful people. I'm the only one left the last one left. I peer into the shattered mirror that once stood outside the shops. But the girl I see in side it... Is far from Me.

Murder In The Den... Hair of ice, eyes of fire Heart of hers but the mind of another Schizophrenic friends leave me alone I won't obey your evil tone Voices voices ringing through my ear Body trembling filled with fear Pick up the knife once again Call the prey to my murderers den They are happy after several quick a slice But I realise my family are now diced

Never... Red Hair, Violet Eyes, Death by #life, yet #life only dies. Never again tormented she will be, For her soul is trapped, but never has she been so free. As the story tells without detail, She carries on crying, crying in peril. For the spirits keep her ragged and torn, Clothes so tattered, dirty and worn. Her time is over just let her go, But the spirits answer is a callous NO.