Post by Nyxlock on Apr 11, 2011 18:55:39 GMT -5
Back down
And touch.
The door is shut.
It clicked behind you, the soft, feeble shtick of the metal finding home was magnified. (Everything was - everything was brighter, sharper, clearer. Everything was new.) Your heart fluttered, you heard it, like everything else. (Dum-da-dum...da-dum-da...[/i][/color])
The scent, (fresh, mouthwatering, alive), swirled around you. You could nearly see the individual trestles of the delicious smells. You know you shouldn't do this, ("You're not a monster, Teresa![/i]") but you obviously can't stop yourself. The urge, (want, need, desperate need, need, take, take, go on, go go go go[/i]) drums in your veins, your nerves, nearly your entire being despite how wrong, despite how sick this should make you. (I am, Lenny, I'm a monster. And I adore it.[/i]) Because...
In the end
You're just too close,
There's no-one here,
There's no-one there.
because the urge (need) was bone deep, because as much as you wanted this, you knew. (They deserve this. Deserve this, and many, many more.[/i]) Your fingertips danced, weaving inelegant patterns in the air. It stirred afresh the scent, and this time you couldn't resist inhaling sharply through your nose. Your jaw fell open with a click, feeling an odd sensation. A sharp, near painful sensation that prodded your bottom lip, you ran your tongue over the foreign objects, cutting your own tongue during the exploration. (Salty, oh-so-close to satisfying before the thirst flared back, greater this time.[/i])
Something inside curled, your spin growing straighter as you ascended the stairs that should have been familiar. (Should have been, could have been, never was. Oh, no-no dearies.[/i])
I still can't tell,
If you'd better try this
And you might find
I'm in your place.[/i]
(Mine, mine, mine.[/i]) You edge around the corner, every bit the monster you once denied, every bit the predator. (And they, my prey.[/i])
I see your face,
The air is cold.
I'm still on hold.
I still can't tell
What's been said.[/i]
You hear them, now. Fainter before, louder now. (Da-dum-da, dum-da-dum, da-dum-da.[/color][/i]) They pace, they shout, they argue. (Mother dearest and Father dearest, can't you hear me?)
Your hands around my Throat,
Ask me to let go.
Your hands around my Throat.
Your hands around my Throat.[/i]
And touch.
The door is shut.
It clicked behind you, the soft, feeble shtick of the metal finding home was magnified. (Everything was - everything was brighter, sharper, clearer. Everything was new.) Your heart fluttered, you heard it, like everything else. (Dum-da-dum...da-dum-da...[/i][/color])
The scent, (fresh, mouthwatering, alive), swirled around you. You could nearly see the individual trestles of the delicious smells. You know you shouldn't do this, ("You're not a monster, Teresa![/i]") but you obviously can't stop yourself. The urge, (want, need, desperate need, need, take, take, go on, go go go go[/i]) drums in your veins, your nerves, nearly your entire being despite how wrong, despite how sick this should make you. (I am, Lenny, I'm a monster. And I adore it.[/i]) Because...
In the end
You're just too close,
There's no-one here,
There's no-one there.
because the urge (need) was bone deep, because as much as you wanted this, you knew. (They deserve this. Deserve this, and many, many more.[/i]) Your fingertips danced, weaving inelegant patterns in the air. It stirred afresh the scent, and this time you couldn't resist inhaling sharply through your nose. Your jaw fell open with a click, feeling an odd sensation. A sharp, near painful sensation that prodded your bottom lip, you ran your tongue over the foreign objects, cutting your own tongue during the exploration. (Salty, oh-so-close to satisfying before the thirst flared back, greater this time.[/i])
Something inside curled, your spin growing straighter as you ascended the stairs that should have been familiar. (Should have been, could have been, never was. Oh, no-no dearies.[/i])
I still can't tell,
If you'd better try this
And you might find
I'm in your place.[/i]
(Mine, mine, mine.[/i]) You edge around the corner, every bit the monster you once denied, every bit the predator. (And they, my prey.[/i])
I see your face,
The air is cold.
I'm still on hold.
I still can't tell
What's been said.[/i]
You hear them, now. Fainter before, louder now. (Da-dum-da, dum-da-dum, da-dum-da.[/color][/i]) They pace, they shout, they argue. (Mother dearest and Father dearest, can't you hear me?)
Your hands around my Throat,
Ask me to let go.
Your hands around my Throat.
Your hands around my Throat.[/i]