Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

And you think it's your "enemy" right, but it's really your friends. The energy changes when the days drag and the moves start to stick. That's when you make the switch, on your own side, back into your own lane. Little do you know they already flipped. Whispering demise into the ear of your own blood, and that blood starts to drip. Slowly - onto the hands of the young ones, into the ears of the worthy, into the mouths of the hungry. But they forgot though, they forget that someone's always watching. See, some people forget that the eye holds every story. If you look closely, you can see the saddest moments, the happiest of times, the darkest of days. If you look deeper, you can see the foot steps they took on their way to the kitchen. You can see the double take they made to see if you were looking. You can see the finger prints on the counter, I seen you grab that knife. But did you feel the energy in the room? Did you hear my blood boil? Did you see the look in my eyes? Did you see every story, did you see my life, did you even see me before you drew back that knife?
You missed me, but you hit him. My mother's son, my siblings brother, my uncle's nephew. 
He was my brother. But you made him bleed. Look down.
 I said look down!
   He bled out. 
He's not dying, he's just not himself. See what you did was, you made it look like it was me you were after but I'm not weak so you knew you couldn't puncture me. So you got him instead, and now he disses his own mother, his own blood, because you replaced his blood w/a cold, over-used, manipulative, self-destructive piece of paper. Now he doesn't know who he is, but he'll come up with a good story, for money that is. 
You weren't a gold digger. No. But you were selfish. You stole a functioning human being and instead of building him up, you manipulated him with something he wasn't used to. Now he's addicted to the smell, the feel, the worth and honey I'm not talking about you. He's addicted to the money, he's addicted because he knows he'll be set for life. His mother was sick and dying, but did he bat an eye or possibly attempt to give her a call? No, but Benjamin was by his side.
You stole something from me, but don't give it back, let him learn. Because what I've learned, is - money runs out, but heart and soul never does. When he comes back because the thrill runs out, where will he run? 
To the struggle. 
Heart, and soul. 

- B.