D.C.Valentine
May 19th, 2008, 03:39 PM
The busy streets were slick with the rain that had just finished falling. The street lamps illuminated brief patches, and he could see the stores beginning to close. The tall buildings looked almost idyllic and statuesque in their stationary state. He passed by bus stops with waiting people and twenty-four hour convenience stores. Homeless men sat at the ends of alleyways begging for money or something to eat. He ignored the sight of one being beaten nearly to death when inquiring the wrong person.
As he continued further down the street, he noticed the amount of people standing around beginning to rise. There were police cars everywhere, their lights flashing. He could see the blue and red play on the damp patches of rain on the large stone buildings....and that's when he saw him, standing atop the building in front of him. Should he fall, he would be falling to his death.
Spring nicht, he pleaded to himself. He knew if he were to shout it, the poor fool wouldn't hear him. The man on the rooftop steadied his footing, and he could see the uneasiness in the man's expression. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to jump, but knew that it was the only way out. Hope filled his chest, knowing that this person was taking the time to second guess himself. He looked around, noticing that everyone had come to see the show. Another suicidal male ready to rid the world of his memory.
The man on the rooftop's foot slipped slightly, and he had to catch his balance. He stepped off of the ledge and peered over, admiring briefly the bystanders who came to see him. He could see the policemen and a few of his friends, and one fellow he didn't recognize.
One with hair shaped like a cross between a lion's mane and a porcupine.
He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath.
The man on the ground saw him return to the ledge, and knew that he was close to deciding, and time was running out. He looked to the door of the building, testing his options. He would have to break through the police tape in front of the door where the policemen predicted the male would land. He saw something fall from the rooftops, and realized that a single tear had fallen once it hit the front windshield of a parked patrol car.
He had decided.
He raced through the police tape, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He ignored the angry protests from officers standing by and burst through the door. They could chase him if they wished, because right now he didn't care. Beyond the door was a long flight of stairs, spiraling up to the door leading to the rooftop. This was his ticket to the distressed man ready to end his life.
He raced up the stairs, ignoring his heart throbbing in his chest. He could feel another heartbeat intertwined with his, and knew immediately that it was the other man. When the final decision to jump came, he fell to his knees, death near to his soul. He watched as a part of him continued the dash up the stairs, and soon collapsed on the stairs.
He raced through the door, the tail of his black overcoat flying behind him. He could see the back of the male in front of him, and noticed that he wasn't on the ledge anymore.
"Ich shrei in der Nacht fur dich," he began, hoping to catch his attention. "Lass mich nicht im Stich. Spring nicht." The man turned to the sound of the voice, but saw nothing. He focused his eyes forward again.
Realizing that he wasn't being heard, he continued as he ran, "Die lichter fangen dich nicht, sie betrügen dich. Spring nicht. Erinner dich,an dich und mich. Die Welt da unten zählt nicht, Bitte spring nicht." He stopped in front of the distressed male clad in jeans and a t-shirt, holding up his hands to halt his progress. The man took a step forward, seeming to pass through the man trying to save him. He turned around to face the door, and fell backwards, his arms outstretched.
The man clad in back peered over the ledge and watched the male fall to the streets below, slightly off of the location the police had predicted. With tears falling from his eyes he whispered, Und hält dich das auch nicht zurück.
Dann spring ich für dich, then followed him to the midnight black streets below.
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I watched the video for "Spring Nicht" and couldn't help myself. This is my interpretation of it. Watcha think?
-DCV-
As he continued further down the street, he noticed the amount of people standing around beginning to rise. There were police cars everywhere, their lights flashing. He could see the blue and red play on the damp patches of rain on the large stone buildings....and that's when he saw him, standing atop the building in front of him. Should he fall, he would be falling to his death.
Spring nicht, he pleaded to himself. He knew if he were to shout it, the poor fool wouldn't hear him. The man on the rooftop steadied his footing, and he could see the uneasiness in the man's expression. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to jump, but knew that it was the only way out. Hope filled his chest, knowing that this person was taking the time to second guess himself. He looked around, noticing that everyone had come to see the show. Another suicidal male ready to rid the world of his memory.
The man on the rooftop's foot slipped slightly, and he had to catch his balance. He stepped off of the ledge and peered over, admiring briefly the bystanders who came to see him. He could see the policemen and a few of his friends, and one fellow he didn't recognize.
One with hair shaped like a cross between a lion's mane and a porcupine.
He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath.
The man on the ground saw him return to the ledge, and knew that he was close to deciding, and time was running out. He looked to the door of the building, testing his options. He would have to break through the police tape in front of the door where the policemen predicted the male would land. He saw something fall from the rooftops, and realized that a single tear had fallen once it hit the front windshield of a parked patrol car.
He had decided.
He raced through the police tape, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He ignored the angry protests from officers standing by and burst through the door. They could chase him if they wished, because right now he didn't care. Beyond the door was a long flight of stairs, spiraling up to the door leading to the rooftop. This was his ticket to the distressed man ready to end his life.
He raced up the stairs, ignoring his heart throbbing in his chest. He could feel another heartbeat intertwined with his, and knew immediately that it was the other man. When the final decision to jump came, he fell to his knees, death near to his soul. He watched as a part of him continued the dash up the stairs, and soon collapsed on the stairs.
He raced through the door, the tail of his black overcoat flying behind him. He could see the back of the male in front of him, and noticed that he wasn't on the ledge anymore.
"Ich shrei in der Nacht fur dich," he began, hoping to catch his attention. "Lass mich nicht im Stich. Spring nicht." The man turned to the sound of the voice, but saw nothing. He focused his eyes forward again.
Realizing that he wasn't being heard, he continued as he ran, "Die lichter fangen dich nicht, sie betrügen dich. Spring nicht. Erinner dich,an dich und mich. Die Welt da unten zählt nicht, Bitte spring nicht." He stopped in front of the distressed male clad in jeans and a t-shirt, holding up his hands to halt his progress. The man took a step forward, seeming to pass through the man trying to save him. He turned around to face the door, and fell backwards, his arms outstretched.
The man clad in back peered over the ledge and watched the male fall to the streets below, slightly off of the location the police had predicted. With tears falling from his eyes he whispered, Und hält dich das auch nicht zurück.
Dann spring ich für dich, then followed him to the midnight black streets below.
*************
I watched the video for "Spring Nicht" and couldn't help myself. This is my interpretation of it. Watcha think?
-DCV-