Music replaces your blood and slowly flows through your body. It gets to your heart, slows it, making it skip ever other beat ("So you chose to break my heart / I should have seen this from the start"). Your rejuvenated soul floats above your half-dead body. Thoughts swirl at a nauseating speed, forming a vortex that consumes every painful memory ("If you take away memories, / All that's left is just me").
"Can... can... can we do this again?"

Weeks later, you are staring at the cup of orange juice in front of you. "Gulp it down, now," you tell yourself. Coldness of the juice freezes your insides. Soon, you are back. How did transparent worms replace water? The floor is moving down and you fall to the ground, with the ground, farther farther farther down. Down to hell ("Send me an angel to love / I'm afraid I'll never get to heaven"). Oh no, no, no.
"Can... can... can we do this again?"

After all, this is so much better than reality.
"Coughing up feeling just for you / To find something real to hold on to / But there is a hole inside my heart / Where all my love comes pouring out."

P.S. We are playing Pink Floyd next time- i.e. adding to the trippiness.



(Lyrics by Staind and Garbage)

Unknown "Lesbian Penguin" Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 16 days ago