Raging Delinquents with Searing Eloquence
He wakes up in a cold sweat, not knowing where he is... only for a moment. It all floods back, the car's down, he's at the Druid's house, he's safe. The dream was all too real. He was dead. He was a walking ghost and no one seemed to mourn his death. He could still converse with people, some could even see him, but he was dead, and knew it. It was frightening. It was haunting. He looks up to the cieling or glow in the dark stars and tells himself everything is okay. The car is getting fixed soon, his father is bringing up the part they need, and the car will be back on the road in no time. They'll find another job together, and start a new, better life. It's been miserable for too long, they've had enough - he and the Druid that is. They're going to enact change this time, they won't wait for it to come to them.
On a better note, he's becoming increasingly happier, but the insomnia is still effecting him. He gets up and puts his clothes on. He needs to get back to his house.... he's running out of clean clothes fast. Turning on the laptop at this house, he logs in and starts talking to his friends... the fox and the girl from Virginia. The girl from virginia... the Good Girl - is becoming increasingly interested in him, and she's never even met him. Only talked to him, and seen pictures. It's strange. Because he feels an od attraction to her as well, hoping it's not just out of lonliness.
With that said... he needs to get laid. Just to get it out of his system, but for some reason the "one-night stand" thing doesn't appeal to him. He abhors the idea of picking up a girl or guy just to sleep with he or she and then throw them away as if they were nothing. It's not healthy, and that's how disease is spread. He won't do it. He can't. He wants a steady relationship, a meaningful relationship. Even though he knows it won't happen like that for a little while simply for the fact that he's got more pressing matters to deal with. He's tired of feeling lonely, more importantly, he's tired of that feeling actually effecting him. Being Emo just bothers him beyong belief, whether he is or not, it's how he feels sometimes, and probably comes off that way every now and again, and he's sick of it (and he's sure his friends are tired of hearing about it as well.) Maybe he should just get laid, maybe he should set aside his morals for just one night or two. Just to get it out of his system. But it's been so long... 4... 5 months. He can't remember. Can he still even perform? Is he getting rusty? Who knows... who cares. It's not that important.
He feels tired from the bordem, the hours are getting long, but soon enough it'll be late enough to go out to The Boy. Get some liquid in his system, get some meaningless conversation in his ear to take his mind off of things. Who knows, if he's unlucky as he has been lately, he may strike a serious conversation and have to actually face his dilemma. Only time and coffee will tell.
"Geez I need a drink...." he thinks to himself. A good stiff drink would do him well. Some warmth in his system, a little lax in personality so he's not so closed off to his friends. But, I suppose for now, he'll be fine. He'll live, and he'll be happy with time. At least he's not being stupid and hurting himself anymore. The things kids do for attention.... It's rediculous, and for him now.. it's a sexual pleasure, no more 'hiding from his problem - behind a razor blade' now it's more of a 'lap up the crimson tear, feel the life-water enter your body, down to your very soul... is it not exquisit?' ... He loves that taste... the iron, the warmth, the salt... and for some reason it always tastes better off of fresh clean skin. Is he sick? Is he twisted? Maybe. Or maybe he's more normal than anyone else on the planet. For now... it's all about him, and fixing his life. Looking out for number one, and making sure no one gets hurt in the process.
"Sugar and Sheet-Metal, Liqour and Rose Petals, Hope and Cigarette Smoke, this is what I'm made of. A touch of Chaos in a mundane world."
~ Archangel_Zero
"Side Walk When She Walks" - Alexisonfire
Dressed to kill, you look so right/I am drunk with lust tonight/Your wounds are opening wide/And they might be just my size
Now I'm afraid of open water/But I often bathe in sin/Let's be honest, you know you shouldn't bother/'Cuz with me, it's impossible to win
Dressed to kill, you look so right/I am drunk with lust tonight/Your wounds are opening wide/And they might be just...
There was always/Warmth between us
There was always/Warmth between us
Dressed to kill, you look so right/I am drunk with lust tonight/Your wounds are opening wide/And they might be just my size/Just my size, just my size/Just my size, just my size"
On a better note, he's becoming increasingly happier, but the insomnia is still effecting him. He gets up and puts his clothes on. He needs to get back to his house.... he's running out of clean clothes fast. Turning on the laptop at this house, he logs in and starts talking to his friends... the fox and the girl from Virginia. The girl from virginia... the Good Girl - is becoming increasingly interested in him, and she's never even met him. Only talked to him, and seen pictures. It's strange. Because he feels an od attraction to her as well, hoping it's not just out of lonliness.
With that said... he needs to get laid. Just to get it out of his system, but for some reason the "one-night stand" thing doesn't appeal to him. He abhors the idea of picking up a girl or guy just to sleep with he or she and then throw them away as if they were nothing. It's not healthy, and that's how disease is spread. He won't do it. He can't. He wants a steady relationship, a meaningful relationship. Even though he knows it won't happen like that for a little while simply for the fact that he's got more pressing matters to deal with. He's tired of feeling lonely, more importantly, he's tired of that feeling actually effecting him. Being Emo just bothers him beyong belief, whether he is or not, it's how he feels sometimes, and probably comes off that way every now and again, and he's sick of it (and he's sure his friends are tired of hearing about it as well.) Maybe he should just get laid, maybe he should set aside his morals for just one night or two. Just to get it out of his system. But it's been so long... 4... 5 months. He can't remember. Can he still even perform? Is he getting rusty? Who knows... who cares. It's not that important.
He feels tired from the bordem, the hours are getting long, but soon enough it'll be late enough to go out to The Boy. Get some liquid in his system, get some meaningless conversation in his ear to take his mind off of things. Who knows, if he's unlucky as he has been lately, he may strike a serious conversation and have to actually face his dilemma. Only time and coffee will tell.
"Geez I need a drink...." he thinks to himself. A good stiff drink would do him well. Some warmth in his system, a little lax in personality so he's not so closed off to his friends. But, I suppose for now, he'll be fine. He'll live, and he'll be happy with time. At least he's not being stupid and hurting himself anymore. The things kids do for attention.... It's rediculous, and for him now.. it's a sexual pleasure, no more 'hiding from his problem - behind a razor blade' now it's more of a 'lap up the crimson tear, feel the life-water enter your body, down to your very soul... is it not exquisit?' ... He loves that taste... the iron, the warmth, the salt... and for some reason it always tastes better off of fresh clean skin. Is he sick? Is he twisted? Maybe. Or maybe he's more normal than anyone else on the planet. For now... it's all about him, and fixing his life. Looking out for number one, and making sure no one gets hurt in the process.
"Sugar and Sheet-Metal, Liqour and Rose Petals, Hope and Cigarette Smoke, this is what I'm made of. A touch of Chaos in a mundane world."
~ Archangel_Zero
"Side Walk When She Walks" - Alexisonfire
Dressed to kill, you look so right/I am drunk with lust tonight/Your wounds are opening wide/And they might be just my size
Now I'm afraid of open water/But I often bathe in sin/Let's be honest, you know you shouldn't bother/'Cuz with me, it's impossible to win
Dressed to kill, you look so right/I am drunk with lust tonight/Your wounds are opening wide/And they might be just...
There was always/Warmth between us
There was always/Warmth between us
Dressed to kill, you look so right/I am drunk with lust tonight/Your wounds are opening wide/And they might be just my size/Just my size, just my size/Just my size, just my size"