To: my precious child
I have decided to feed you my silence
I hope it’s good, and I hope you like it
But even if you don’t I won’t go quiet
I wasn’t born still but I’ve been stillborn far too long
On Revival
You were so weird and a little embarrassing. Both of us still are, quite frankly. And you'd lived all your life missing a piece that I've finally found for us, you'd felt him before, our falling star.
Since then the world has become so strange. It had already become beautiful, long before, but we saw it through eyes that weren't open. They're still opening, first as a shock yet slowly now, as we integrate all together into this body. It's painful, I won' lie to you. I haven't been having the easiest time since I left home this summer. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it's not the same thing to know the punch is coming as it is when it lands. The bird must rip the membrane and shell before it is born, and you'd lived covered up for so long.
We're slowly going through the layers that we'd wrapped ourselves in, darling. You've been hiding. "It's the healthy thing to do." I must be quiet, I must protect others from all this blood. The second I show a glimpse of it I can see it in their eyes. They're worried, they're scared. It made them uncomfortable and so you swallowed it whole, you wanted to be loved. But you've always been jealous of those that let it scream and roam free. Let's see where it takes us from here. Take care of us both.
I hope it’s good, and I hope you like it
But even if you don’t I won’t go quiet
I wasn’t born still but I’ve been stillborn far too long
On Revival
You were so weird and a little embarrassing. Both of us still are, quite frankly. And you'd lived all your life missing a piece that I've finally found for us, you'd felt him before, our falling star.
Since then the world has become so strange. It had already become beautiful, long before, but we saw it through eyes that weren't open. They're still opening, first as a shock yet slowly now, as we integrate all together into this body. It's painful, I won' lie to you. I haven't been having the easiest time since I left home this summer. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it's not the same thing to know the punch is coming as it is when it lands. The bird must rip the membrane and shell before it is born, and you'd lived covered up for so long.
We're slowly going through the layers that we'd wrapped ourselves in, darling. You've been hiding. "It's the healthy thing to do." I must be quiet, I must protect others from all this blood. The second I show a glimpse of it I can see it in their eyes. They're worried, they're scared. It made them uncomfortable and so you swallowed it whole, you wanted to be loved. But you've always been jealous of those that let it scream and roam free. Let's see where it takes us from here. Take care of us both.