Today they're finally letting me go home after a week.
Well...i'm gonna live with Jeordie and Marilyn.
They confessed that they were the ones sitting in the car...Jeordie was grasping the driving wheel...they made me end up on a wheelchair.
But it was just and accident, i'm not angry. Not at all. Just my soul has gone.
Jeordie fell into a depression...kinda.
They all feel so sorry for me...the whole band.
Marilyn always looks at me with tears in his eyes.
Me = pain
Me = pity
Me = freak
And what do i want right now?
Die.
I don't wanna be another bullet hole
In the exit sign on your road
I don't wanna be another bullet hole
In the exit sign on your road
YOU ARE READING
Saturnalia (Marilyn Manson short story) ✔
FanfictionWhen all your demons die Even if just one survives I will still be here to hold you No matter how cold you are No matter how cold you are (This story takes place in Holy wood era-1997)
