There's heavy music when you're on your own
What happened to these lights? The bulbs are blown
Trying to feel, to feel, to feel
My way through the choking black
A groan, a moan, a boom, a crack
It's just too real, too real, too real
We're darker now, breathing in the distance
Finding it hard to break your resistance
Got me yearning, yearning, yearning
The only way we'll get any higher
Is if we set this place on fire
Gonna get me burning, burning, burning?
Don't let the blood run cold
Freezing under your skin
Let the moment seep through
And just sink in
No need to lie
No alibi
It's primitive, it's what we're like
At the end
Redder, they fall, with no pattern
or design.
It is the way it is meant to be
He said, or she said, who can be certain when the
air is so hazy and thick?
Fireworks and rain clot the sky
So different to those brighter days
Where golden sunsets did not mean the end but
the beginning.
Nights grew. Days were cut like skinny buds
just before their prime
A change in time
Naked trees watch like precedents -
Do not love me with those words, you say,
Do not concern me with your little metaphor
What metaphor? I'm not exaggerating,
I was merely commenting on the weather.
Another sleepless night for me
Because you slept so well.
Your dreams, they took you far away
From where the nightmares dwell
The light that seeped in from the dark
Had turned your face so pale
The blanket, huge and separate
Did make you look so frail
I whispered, no reply, no, could
Barely hear you breathing
So still was your enraptured form
That I have started grieving
Where do you go on midnight walks
And do you hold my hand?
Do you love me like in real life,
Do things that we've planned?
Or do you journey far and wide
And, as I fear, depart?
Are you alone, or cold, or both
Or in another's arms?
Every night you are at r
To never have walked upon solid earth is tragic; to miss the opportunity to do so is frankly quite stupid. However, to have known what solid earth felt like, and to then have it robbed away, in a city that you loved, is probably the saddest of all.
An airship flew by, far above them of course, but it was still audible. If they had been standing on a higher rooftop, which was unlikely, they might have even been able to see the people inside of it, staring out of the tiny windows and occasionally commenting to each
Its been a long time
Weve drifted far apart
Youve got a new girlfriend
And Ive (again) lost my heart
To this guy who thinks Im special
And I think hes rather hot
Hes everything you could have been
And everything youre not
But I keep on seeing your photo on the table by the stairs
The hazel eyes, the icy skin, the almost chocolate hair
No, no, you dont compare
No one compares to you
No one can take me back
To the times I spent with you
Ive lost count of the times
That Ive tried to tell myself
Youre damned, youre wrong, you are
Surely bad for my healt
Is this all well become?
Screaming at the top of our lungs
We are the jaded generation
Confusing ourselves into self-laceration
Fitting in is the new phobia
Because the worlds become dystopia
Im wearing this because you arent
Im doing this because you cant
Apparently green is the new black
But cant you just cut us some slack?
This is your choice, to kill the world
Stop forcing it upon boys and girls
I really dont know any better
Ive only been taught to use numbers and letters
I have no voices inside my head
So I had to make them all up instead
Ill wear some black and
There's heavy music when you're on your own
What happened to these lights? The bulbs are blown
Trying to feel, to feel, to feel
My way through the choking black
A groan, a moan, a boom, a crack
It's just too real, too real, too real
We're darker now, breathing in the distance
Finding it hard to break your resistance
Got me yearning, yearning, yearning
The only way we'll get any higher
Is if we set this place on fire
Gonna get me burning, burning, burning?
Don't let the blood run cold
Freezing under your skin
Let the moment seep through
And just sink in
No need to lie
No alibi
It's primitive, it's what we're like
At the end
Redder, they fall, with no pattern
or design.
It is the way it is meant to be
He said, or she said, who can be certain when the
air is so hazy and thick?
Fireworks and rain clot the sky
So different to those brighter days
Where golden sunsets did not mean the end but
the beginning.
Nights grew. Days were cut like skinny buds
just before their prime
A change in time
Naked trees watch like precedents -
Do not love me with those words, you say,
Do not concern me with your little metaphor
What metaphor? I'm not exaggerating,
I was merely commenting on the weather.
Another sleepless night for me
Because you slept so well.
Your dreams, they took you far away
From where the nightmares dwell
The light that seeped in from the dark
Had turned your face so pale
The blanket, huge and separate
Did make you look so frail
I whispered, no reply, no, could
Barely hear you breathing
So still was your enraptured form
That I have started grieving
Where do you go on midnight walks
And do you hold my hand?
Do you love me like in real life,
Do things that we've planned?
Or do you journey far and wide
And, as I fear, depart?
Are you alone, or cold, or both
Or in another's arms?
Every night you are at r
To never have walked upon solid earth is tragic; to miss the opportunity to do so is frankly quite stupid. However, to have known what solid earth felt like, and to then have it robbed away, in a city that you loved, is probably the saddest of all.
An airship flew by, far above them of course, but it was still audible. If they had been standing on a higher rooftop, which was unlikely, they might have even been able to see the people inside of it, staring out of the tiny windows and occasionally commenting to each
Its been a long time
Weve drifted far apart
Youve got a new girlfriend
And Ive (again) lost my heart
To this guy who thinks Im special
And I think hes rather hot
Hes everything you could have been
And everything youre not
But I keep on seeing your photo on the table by the stairs
The hazel eyes, the icy skin, the almost chocolate hair
No, no, you dont compare
No one compares to you
No one can take me back
To the times I spent with you
Ive lost count of the times
That Ive tried to tell myself
Youre damned, youre wrong, you are
Surely bad for my healt
Is this all well become?
Screaming at the top of our lungs
We are the jaded generation
Confusing ourselves into self-laceration
Fitting in is the new phobia
Because the worlds become dystopia
Im wearing this because you arent
Im doing this because you cant
Apparently green is the new black
But cant you just cut us some slack?
This is your choice, to kill the world
Stop forcing it upon boys and girls
I really dont know any better
Ive only been taught to use numbers and letters
I have no voices inside my head
So I had to make them all up instead
Ill wear some black and
I'm not jealous.
At least, I don't think
That I'm jealous.
I don't
Feel a gurgle of envy
In the pit of my stomach.
I don't
Flush with pent-up anger
At her presence.
I certainly
Do NOT
Turn green.
I actually quite like her.
I suppose that,
Really,
I am quite jealous
Deep deep deep deep
de deep deep down
Inside.
But this jealousy
Doesn't really make
Itself known.
Sometimes, I might
Wish I was more
Like her.
Spoke like her
Looked like her
Was like her.
But I was never quite
There.
And I always found something
That I disliked about her
And I'd make that
Cheer me up. Except
It's not really
Like that.
I never
MORON SAGA: CHAPTER EIGHT by lunaweasley, literature
Literature
MORON SAGA: CHAPTER EIGHT
(MAKE SURE YOUVE READ THE OTHER CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE!! I DID CHAPTER SEVEN JUST ABOUT FIVE MINUTES AGO!!)
Chapter Eight: Tension Rising
Monica woke up feeling that something wasnt quite right. She saw Aaron still asleep next to her. Carefully she removed herself from the bed. Aaron muttered in his sleep but Monica didnt catch what he said.
She shunted herself off to the bathroom. Observing herself in the mirror she could just about see the small bump that had formed. She ran her fingers over it gently, feeling the love and the part of Aaron that lived inside her.
Then she ran to the toilet and threw up noisily.
***
Fizz
Another sleepless night for me
Because you slept so well.
Your dreams, they took you far away
From where the nightmares dwell
The light that seeped in from the dark
Had turned your face so pale
The blanket, huge and separate
Did make you look so frail
I whispered, no reply, no, could
Barely hear you breathing
So still was your enraptured form
That I have started grieving
Where do you go on midnight walks
And do you hold my hand?
Do you love me like in real life,
Do things that we've planned?
Or do you journey far and wide
And, as I fear, depart?
Are you alone, or cold, or both
Or in another's arms?
Every night you are at r
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