Inspired by the video-clips - "Darling," by Eyes Set To Kill, "Vermillion Part 2," by Slipknot and the song "Romance Is Dead," by Parkway Drive.
In the darkest hours of our darkest times, I tear my hair out.
I want you to breathe to me, slowly, slowly now.
Let me know you're still alive.
Don't worry about me, I'm only dieing,
Dieing to reassure you that no one else has walked this far with me.
To a place best forgotten...
You mean everything to me, a factor too large to comprehend.
A myth that I have to believe in.
A heart that leaked and covered me.
Please just stitch our mouths shut now,
And let our eyes do the talking.
Glazed with the sounds of plucking strings, scratchy violins,
...and strokes from blood-stained paint brushes...
I can't let this build up inside of me.
All I need is one more reason to make us real,
But slowly the whole world is tearing it up in my eyes.
I watch every god-damned soul around me,
They wouldn't know love if it hit them in the chest,
And tore their hearts open just to see what's inside.
That's all they're looking for,
An opening to someone,
Or someone to fill it.
A bond of eternity is rare,
No one seems to see,
They just listen to the radio sounds of Sex, Drugs, and Violence.
They say a week is reasonable,
A month, spectacular,
But a year? Un-spoken in their tongue.
Our love story is ripped off a song that is forgotten,
Details different, but a song never sung again,
Only lingering off the tears on our lips, yearning to be screamed.
But what of this storm?
Are you being swept away?
Floating whimsically to the north?
I don't know what to do.
I'm chasing a plastic bag in the rain,
Weighed down by water, but pushed aside by the wind.
Don't lie to me,
I know you hurt,
Because I feel it too, scratching at the temples of my skull.
There's still yet to talk about my missing scene,
Where it is,
Why it's not here.
Reason it's missing is because we haven't made it,
I'm just trying to edit the next few pages,
From the script of eternity.
Writing piece by: Symon Taylor
I don't know. Just something written on the spur of the moment.
Strange how impulses from the universe can strike and seem to have no particular reason or direction! You have savoured the moment beautifully! Fascinating thoughts at every turn that work well as poetry!
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