|Welcome to the strange things that go on in my head...|
SpellI've fallen for your personalities so extreme,Spell by Sabeliore
You're beautiful, you're sweet, you're so supreme,
You've put a spell on me, not helpful, but a curse,
My hearts anti-system is on disperse.
I'm locked to this floor, I can't escape,
I'm tied down, with glue and tape,
I'm wishing all I can just to be free,
Through this hazy mist I cannot see.
I'm deeply possessed by your control,
It's like I'm falling deeper and deeper in this hole,
You were so sweet and you were so fine,
Now all I see is you tricking me, so you can me entwine.
I'm wandering through these crystal halls,
They're unbreakable, the surrounding walls,
You've for me, built a one-man jail,
My heart and soul is the minimum bail.
Whenever I scream and yell for help,
Whenever I cry, shout and yelp,
Nothing but muttering and bubbles appear,
My lips are banished under water so clear.
I'm hearing empty words from a distant voice in my mind,
Stories and tales of good and bad, it's the bad kind,
Is someone calling for me, is anyone missi
Her LoverIn her roomHer Lover by GrasshopperGirl
She lets go of
Forgets her pain and sorrow
And lets herself go to her lover
Music is her lover
He has always been the thing
That got her through her troubles
Music is her safety blanket
He is the thing she can rely on
To comfort her
Music is her friend
He was there for her
In her times of need
Music is her escape
He has always been able to
Take her away from reality
Music is her hope
He is the thing
That can keep her going
Music is her life
He is what is
Always going through her head
Remind Me WhyRemind me why I breathe?Remind Me Why by animusreus
Remind my why I write?
If breathing goes unnoticed like the inner seethe
And writing goes unseen as if it were a silent breath in placid night
Remind me why I grieve?
Remind me why I speak?
When grieving takes its place beneath the fuss of men more prone to leave
And speaking goes unheard as if it were the grief of one so mute and weak
Exploring DarknessIf I fellExploring Darkness by RepentingAgony
To my knees
Would you pick me up?
If I crashed into your
Would you remove me from your
If I was shot in the heart
By a friend,
Would you pat them on the back?
If the Devil himself were to drag me
Would you of seen it coming?
If I was dying of a sickness,
Would you feel a thing?
When I passed,
I'd be the wind.
I want you to hear me
You sting like a bee
Like a fire
Your eyes are glass.
Like a knife.
I ache in my soul
And I told
I dream of you,
But I can't reach.
You need help
But, I am
Your're nothing but a
But, my scars still show
You've changed in your heart.
On the outside, too.
You carry too much pride
I've found someone new.
He means the world
He treats me like a queen
And he is my
But, you're still a battle wound
Though, I'm thankful you
You're not in
"You know I think it's strange, just a little bit deranged, that you think I'm gonna change to make you happy." - How Strange - Emilie Autumn|
"I don't wanna watch you wither when I know I could make you bloom. And I don't wanna watch her lead you into the gloom..." - Stupid Snake - Japanese Voyeurs
I am an occasional writer, a vaguely regular photographer and a music obsessed mad scientist. Final year ecology student to be exact. Baby turtles are one of the cutest things on the planet. Canoodle is a good word, but not as awesome as appendage, which may or may not be my favourite word. I watch too many documentaries for my own good and have a habit of spouting random bits of information at people (which may or may not be relevant to the current conversation). I have an obsessive love for Dr Marten 1460oz boots (especially the lime green ones), stripy socks and monsterkookies' amazing jewellery. I love gigs but have a phobia of crowds, which is not the best combination. Anything else?
My LAST.fm account, if you're at all interested in my music tastes: www.last.fm/user/IATSATH
My blog, full of my ramblings about bands and other random shit: iatsath.blogspot.com/