Bet you'll never guess the inspiration for this peice...EVANESCENCE! yeah! in some of her earlier work, she expresses the abusive relationship she was in, and trying to get away from all of the pain it was causing her. although i have never been involved in an abusive relationship, thankfully, i wrote about letting go to pain that you cant really talk about with anyone, so i guess the people referred to as "they" in this peice are unexsistant spirits who are holding in simillar pain. thats about it, read it!
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Beg this broken heart to beat
Beg my lungs to breathe again
Frozen in myself, I need to escape.
This music comes from haunted souls
And all I hear are sorrowful words
Words that never should be heard
Words of pain and suffering
And I know their hardships, I feel their hurting.
And I can relate, although I keep this smile on my face
The words they sing, they see right through me.
They know I’m real.
They know I feel.
Because we share our hurting together.
I scream into the night, into their souls
To let out the pain.
They scream to take this pain
But no one hears us scream.
And there in lies the hurt.
And there it sits, and always will.
Bottled in our hearts.
Beating or not. Loving or not.
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3 comments:
this is really good i like the endins stanza "Beating or not. Loving or not." and stop writing sad posts =] write a happy one next time!
sammo boo i love this! it reminds me of something amy lee would write =] i like this part..
"The words they sing, they see right through me.
They know I’m real.
They know I feel."
Soo good babyboo =] but emmy is right, you need to write a happy one next time!
No. Stop. Please. “suffering/…hurting” not good. It’s just too similar to all your other piece. You really need to break out of this rut you seem to enjoy so much. Perhaps it would help to find inspiration from any source other than Evanescence. Just tossing that out there, there’s a whole wide world of interesting things you could look to, many of which have absolutely nothing to do about unrequited love or angst-ridden feminists. Please for the love of our dear sweet nebulous lord find something else to write about.
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