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Requiem

It’s a paper cut that kills her so/
where she hides all the secrets that you’ll never know/

mascara dreams trace a heart falling apart at the seams/
it’s open-heart surgery and a nursery rhyme/
time to sleep not cry/
time to breathe not die/

swinging by a noose made of every truth and every lie/
it’s time/

Step back and let’s swing, singin,
“Everything’s exactly how it’s meant to be/
and everything I see is exactly like I never wanted it to be.”/
Step back or step up, break down and shut up/
quit makin’ excuses when the truth is this/
it was your hand that tightened the noose/

Well it’s a paper cut that kills me/
and inside that paper cut is where I keep my dreams/
and when I cry myself to sleep, you’ll never know/
no, you’ll never see/
that everything’s exactly like I never wanted it to be/

I’ve shot down the dove, what a taxidermy melody/
as the gurney’s wheeled in/
and the Novocain enters twisted bloodstream/
and I’m chasing all your lies back to the beginning/
as I fall into the rabbit hole/
and how the dreams died you’ll never know.
And how the paper cut killed me, you’ll never know/
And how the noose tightened you‘ll never know/

The song the orchestra is playing is/
It’s the end, the beginning of the end/
The song the orchestra is playing is/
It’s the end, the beginning of the end.         

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I don't know anything at all about writing lyrics, but I just started writing this and it seems like lyrics to me...

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  • Almighty Aphrodite gold member
    August 17, 2007

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    The piece definitely has a lyrical style, and it feels to me like...death metal or "gothic", whatever those may entail. I have not been at the best of spirits lately, and although I had no hand in writing this poem, it seems all of my feelings are splayed into these words. Each line rings with a haunting, eerie sense of melancholy, the type conjured up by those who feel separate from all the world, cloistered in life but who have no part of life. I hope this is not an indication of your feelings.

    I am not sure if it would be sung to a slow or fast tempo (I'm thinking faster), but I am sure with the right music it would make an explosive song. Well done, dear one.

    I hope you are well.



    Many blessings,

    Raven Aurora

    • HoldMe
      August 17, 2007
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      hmm, seems kinda emo to me Thank ya so much for the comment! Aaah, I'm doin' better than I've been doin' for a while I guess. Anyways, thanks again