Mac (_queen_bee_) wrote in 4bidden_social, @ 2014-10-07 14:59:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | #week: 6, &day: monday, *character: jack sweeney (dropped), *character: nicole chavez, @type: blog |
Week 6; Monday late night
Type: Written Journal Entry
Who: Just Mac, and Jack if he picks up the journal
I don't plan on sleeping much tonight, but that's okay. I have these lyrics, these haunting lyrics in my head. I wish I could play them out on a piano. I think I saw one somewhere in this house. But I would probably have to play it when Jack isn't home. I don't know how he'd take me playing while he was home. I don't know much of his musical taste.
But these are seriously burning in my head, I just don't know if they mean Carmen or the servant girl I killed, or just whatever.
"Wasp"
January is the color of her skin
February are her lips so inviting
Silk hair as short as her fuse
She's been damaged, she's been misused
Carmen didn't have super short hair, but I did see a picture of her when she was going through a butch phase. But no, I don't know if these are about her or not.
Her eyes reflect like the rain on the pavement
I take control, she explodes, sink into her depths
I'm the tremble in her voice when she attempts to speak
Fixate on the frailty
We lie awake and watch it grow
She hesitates to grab a hold
Her body shakes, her breath is cold
To keep her safe is all I know
Hm...
Her lipstick stains like acid rain
Dissolving away my sense of restraint
The streetlamps burned through the cloak of the fog
Concealing the violence, I've been stung by the wasp
(Her) So come to me
(him) No sense of restraint
(her) So come for me
Two different speakers. Maybe not exactly her and him, but two different ones for sure. Like a conversation between them. Her is the Wasp being spoken about.
Come with me and disappear without a trace
Criminal, in how I crave the way she tastes
I'm the rapture in her head when she attempts to sleep
It's haunting, she kills me
No time or place to take it slow
And my head aches but I refuse to go
Her face as soft as snow
She looks so lost but she feels like home
(Repeat chorus)
Haunting, melodic. I need a piano with how much this is burning into my skull. But this is the first time the words have just flowed like this, no errors, no rewrites, just perfect as they come out.
(her) So come to me
No sense of restraint
(her) So come for me
I will wait endlessly
I will break you carefully
(her) So take me harmfully
(her) You fit so perfectly
(her) I will wait...
Her lipstick stains like acid rain
Dissolving the way my sense of restraint
The streetlamps burn through the cloak of the fog
Concealing the violence, I've been stung...
So hurt me again, it's not worth saving
The heart that I've spent my whole life breaking
The windshield cracks through the cloak of the fog
Concealing in silence, I've been stung by the wasp
Damn, this is good.
What if... ... that would be twisted... but... hm... similarities between two people I know... maybe? me and Jack?
Lyrics belong to Motionless in White