One day the dreamers died within us.
One day the dreamers died within us
When all our answers never came.
We hid the truth beneath our skin but
Our shadows never looked the same.
A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are, we are the dead.
And when we couldn't stop the bleeding,
We held our hearts over the flame.
We couldn't help but call it treason.
After that we couldn't fill our frames -
After that our shadows never looked the same.
A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are, we are the dead.
In summers past we'd challenge fate,
With higher pitch and perfect aim.
And standing fast, we'd radiate
A light we loved but never named -
But the answers never came!
And our shadows never looked the same . . .
A ghost is all that's left
(We are the ones who lost our faith)
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are, we are the dead. (Can we be saved?)
A ghost of everything we thought but never said,
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are the ones who lost our faith!
We dug ourselves an early grave!
We are the dead, can we be saved?
::Slow, deliberate stretching.:: My entire body is sore with that heavy, heated ache that should usually follow good sex, not ballroom dancing. An amusing analogy for so many reasons, most of which shall - per usual - go unmentioned given those who potentially read this. C'est la vie, non? I'm still glimmering and gloating over my ballroom win, and Alan needs to eventually drop by to pick up his trophy since he didn't have room to carry it the other night. Well. Last night. Seems a lifetime ago given I got a good 12 hours of sleep by skipping my first class. I have, however, decided that it was the last time I will skip class for any reason, ballroom or otherwise. I cannot continue to put my grades in jeopardy for an obsession. Tempting as the devil though it may be. (As so much is. ::sigh::)
The above song has singlehandedly managed to inspire me to write, but there is neither anyone online with the time or energy to rp, nor have I anything specific to write about or for save this stupid psychology tutorial essay due tomorrow. In order to save time, I did not create an introductory paragraph.. I will do that and the conclusion tomorrow at some point, but I do need to finish the body tonight. Would that it were on a topic of interest but, alas, it is nothing more than a stupid, mind-numbing comparison of statistics.
I continue to attempt and delay, and it's to no avail. -_-;
But before I go.. randomly humorous comment made by Mic:
"See, .. I may not say it and be ever so discreet, but every moment of interaction I'm picking about the intimate corners of your soul. - Sapient stare and brow lift before grinning, curling up with. -"
lmao. Just... ::Cracks and flits to work.::
When all our answers never came.
We hid the truth beneath our skin but
Our shadows never looked the same.
A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are, we are the dead.
And when we couldn't stop the bleeding,
We held our hearts over the flame.
We couldn't help but call it treason.
After that we couldn't fill our frames -
After that our shadows never looked the same.
A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are, we are the dead.
In summers past we'd challenge fate,
With higher pitch and perfect aim.
And standing fast, we'd radiate
A light we loved but never named -
But the answers never came!
And our shadows never looked the same . . .
A ghost is all that's left
(We are the ones who lost our faith)
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are, we are the dead. (Can we be saved?)
A ghost of everything we thought but never said,
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are the ones who lost our faith!
We dug ourselves an early grave!
We are the dead, can we be saved?
::Slow, deliberate stretching.:: My entire body is sore with that heavy, heated ache that should usually follow good sex, not ballroom dancing. An amusing analogy for so many reasons, most of which shall - per usual - go unmentioned given those who potentially read this. C'est la vie, non? I'm still glimmering and gloating over my ballroom win, and Alan needs to eventually drop by to pick up his trophy since he didn't have room to carry it the other night. Well. Last night. Seems a lifetime ago given I got a good 12 hours of sleep by skipping my first class. I have, however, decided that it was the last time I will skip class for any reason, ballroom or otherwise. I cannot continue to put my grades in jeopardy for an obsession. Tempting as the devil though it may be. (As so much is. ::sigh::)
The above song has singlehandedly managed to inspire me to write, but there is neither anyone online with the time or energy to rp, nor have I anything specific to write about or for save this stupid psychology tutorial essay due tomorrow. In order to save time, I did not create an introductory paragraph.. I will do that and the conclusion tomorrow at some point, but I do need to finish the body tonight. Would that it were on a topic of interest but, alas, it is nothing more than a stupid, mind-numbing comparison of statistics.
I continue to attempt and delay, and it's to no avail. -_-;
But before I go.. randomly humorous comment made by Mic:
"See, .. I may not say it and be ever so discreet, but every moment of interaction I'm picking about the intimate corners of your soul. - Sapient stare and brow lift before grinning, curling up with. -"
lmao. Just... ::Cracks and flits to work.::