
Blah. Song. Yes.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 219 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-14-02 - id: 912004
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I was inspired by myself! Yes, as I was writing "Iris" (Shameless plug, go read it), I wrote a couple of lines, and decided they'd make an interesting poem. So some of the lines are directly taken from that songfic, and others are derived from it. The bits in italics are to be whispered.
…And she can still remember
Still remember it all
And she can still see
See herself fall
Silence is golden
And she has the Midas touch
Silence follows through her home
But she doesn't mind that much
And sometimes, she knows the truth
It's when she's trying not to cry
And it's when she lives the place
Hopes and dreams go to die
When happiness is all a joke
Tagging along with fate
And when nobody knows what love means
Because all they do it hate
And then one day she found it
A solution perfect in every way
And then she became addicted
And she died every day
She didn't need to believe
Not when she could feel
And she didn't need to understand
Because none of this was real
She didn't need to be numb
Not when she could bleed
She tasted warmth on her tongue
And her soul began to feed.
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