I've blocked out your sound,
slowed it down
so it seems like you only speak in slow motion now
The edges of my vision are blurred
and I could care less
about whatever you had to say
you shouldn't have screwed me over.
Now I'll just smile and walk away
with no regrets.
((LIES!!!))
The memory of your skin
merging with mine
is burned into my eyelids
when I close my eyes.
Can I dream without
having to see your face?
The smell of your hair is everywhere
but I can't deal with this, no I can't deal with this
I can't listen anymore.
Author notes
inspired by the song Listening by the Used.
I hope this doesn't seem like a recreation of the song
if so I'll gladly change it.
Writer's Block.....E.e.e.v.v.i.i.l.l.l
Comments
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This was very well done! ^.^ It's sort of sporadic, and I liked the feeling of desperation that it brought. Great job!!
Favorite part:
The memory of your skin
merging with mine
is burned into my eyelids
when I close my eyes
That was simply amazing.
~Slip~ -
No no I think its fine the way it is. I thought that would be a fun/interesting song to recreate or be inspired by, and indeed it was. Thank you for entering and good luck!
-animated ♥
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