I'm no poet. oh well...
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
his little whispers.
love me. love me.
that's all i ask for.
love me. love me.
he battered his tiny fists to feel something.
wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.
monster.how should i feel?
creatures lie here.
looking through the window...
that night he caged her.
bruised and broke her.
he struggled closer.
then he stole her.
violet wrists and then her ankles.silent pain.
then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
monster.how should i feel?
creatures lie here.looking through the windows.
i will. hear their voices.
i'm a glass child.
i am hannah's regrets.
monster.how should i feel?
turn the sheets down.
murder ears with pillow lace.
there's bath tubs.
full of glow flies.
bathe in kerosene.
their words tattoed in his veins.
Meg & Dia - Monster
It's been stuck in my head ever since I heard it late one night on my ipod while trying to fall asleep. This song, the lyrics, the beat, everything just emotionally attached itself to me after I took a good listen to it.
Is it ironic though that it sounds like it's talking about rape and suicide and yet it sounds so beautiful? It's so....so poetic that I could spend days just thinking about the deeper meaning, though admittedly I can only come up with the same theory over and over again. It makes me so sad that I can never write like that. Anything I come up with would totally cross over as an "emo desperate for attention".