by Meg Boyd » Sunday 21 March 2004 4:53:50pm
I've been looking for this thread forever and I just couldn't find it....and here it is so I am happy...
First of all props to DM, Writer, and Mistress Siana for some awesome lyrics...I really liked all of them...
I usually write in response to depressing periods of time, and here is an awfully scary set of lyrics I wrote last year...and then I tweaked them a bit when some particularly sad things happened last month. Don't be too scared (because this one scares me) but I wrote in in the confessional style of poetry which uses dark imagery...well here it goes...
"Waiting"
Here I rot, my insides bleeding for all to see. I cry, I weep, watching you as you stare right through me. Entanglement of salt and blood stains the pavement, burning stares, sweet words, no pain no gain, could this be love?
The sun falsely shines from behind the storm, Gaze upon the rays ignore the rain. Pelts upon the face, Mother Nature’s camouflage to hide the anger, the sadness, the pure frustration, the deep depression upon my skin.
Running to catch you, the pain in my side, I gasp for air. Rob me of my oxygen, tease me with a single breath then suffocate me with your poison CO2…
Carbon sits upon the page, a hundred thoughts, a thousand words. The tear, the tear (tare), never wanting to forfeit all. The words still in the mind never meet the clueless eye.
Wasting away, no pain no gain? Could this be love?
The tears fell hard, the ink ran fast. A smear, and blotch, that’s all remains. Entanglement of salt and ink stains the paper, burning desire, sweet words; no pain no gain…could this be love?
The night is here, and I’m alone. I guess, the wait is over, you’re gone. I stretch, you move, I fall. Blood pours from the wound, stains the pavement, the platform… all is lost. Full of pain, and still no gain.
Cut me up from the inside my heart still pounds; rip it from my bleeding chest. Crack smile as the blood runs down from my dying heart cruel laughter as
Here I rot, my insides bleeding for all to see. I cry, I weep, watching you as you stare right through me. Entanglement of salt and blood stains the pavement, burning stares, sweet words, no pain no gain, could this be love?
Hit and run, left dying on the pavement, the screams of pain bounce off your mind, forgotten for another life to kill. Reeking of denial, you pass me the bloody knife, another suicide note to the world. Blame the victim, another sign of love, I’m sure.
An inch from death, the reaper stops, and the one we once jeered sees your bloody hands, saves me from your cruel intentions, and saves my dying heart. It was never love with you my “darling”.
Or Was It?
The tears are gone, the scars have set,
I stand up tall, yet wince with pain.
Cross my Fingers Hope to die…
The sun will come up tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that I’ll never…
…rot, my insides bleeding for all to see. I stand, I walk, finding more inside of you, right by my side. Entanglement of laughs and tears smoothes the pavement, gentle smiles, sweet words, no pain no gain, could this be love?