Listening to: Morrissey- Irish Blood, English Heart
Feeling: despondent
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay,
Forever haunted, more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say,
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.
There are no flowers, no not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these dark words, I find.
I'd show a smile, but i'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me.
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave
Just like all I loved, I'm make-believe
Imagined heart, I disappear
Seems...no one will appear here and make me real
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines
Just these dark words I find
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak
I'd share with you could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams.)
I'd tell you that it haunts me,
(cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams.)
You don't care that it haunts me.
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines
Just these dark words I find
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak
I'd share with you could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much you...hurt me.
That song made me cry today. I had just gotten out of a scalding bath, and I was so dizzy I just turned the light off and crashed on my bed in my robe and lay there in the dark listening to it. I know taking baths that are that hot isn't good for you, but I feel kind of cleansed after I do it, not just in the clean way, but I just feel..well...I don't know how to explain it.
With only echoes proving that I'm here
with all the wraiths, for all these years...
-Armand
-Armand
-Armand