yournewhaircut
06/19/08, 04:14 AM
(--I've posted versions of this song before, but this is the most recent and I'd really like to get some feedback. It should be noted that all of the line indentations I arranged are annihilated by the posting format of the forum, but I guess they aren't that important--)
Nihiists Love Anorexics
Within walls of old trees on an icy peak,
the air cuts and numbs your skin.
Your blood is slowing down . . . r e a l s l o w . . .
--just the way you like it.
On a diet of nothing and cold,
You haven't been hungry for weeks,
But the frost has stained your mirror,
So you can't see the bones starting to protrude from your cheeks.
Just hold that blanket close.
Let it absorb that malignant warmth,
Because tears in your eyes will crystalize and never let your crystal eyes burr-
rning like a forest!
The whole thing's going down!
While that filthy cigarette but somehow got saved under some stone.
Before your pale goes to blue and then to black I hope you come back from that icy grave that you plan to call home.
Long fine hairs separate.
The light floods into your eyes.
You're fully awake,
and you realize that you're still in that cold room--
It wasn't a dream, because you don't dream, but how could that be?
How could a person live and breathe but not dream?
But it just occurred to me that I've failed to notice my own presence in this whole situation that I've been explaining and describing so perfect-- and I realize that
I'm the one who's dreaming . . .
I mean, I know you're real and all but you're the queen of the screen,
An ideal face that you painted, and I believed . . . and I still believe.
You're the violet bloomed too early for the spring
And Jack Frost is coming up to stiffen your leaves.
I'd pick you out of the cold ground, but you'd wilt away anyway,
But if I leave you, you'll freeze,
You'll freeze.
I just want you to live.
Nihiists Love Anorexics
Within walls of old trees on an icy peak,
the air cuts and numbs your skin.
Your blood is slowing down . . . r e a l s l o w . . .
--just the way you like it.
On a diet of nothing and cold,
You haven't been hungry for weeks,
But the frost has stained your mirror,
So you can't see the bones starting to protrude from your cheeks.
Just hold that blanket close.
Let it absorb that malignant warmth,
Because tears in your eyes will crystalize and never let your crystal eyes burr-
rning like a forest!
The whole thing's going down!
While that filthy cigarette but somehow got saved under some stone.
Before your pale goes to blue and then to black I hope you come back from that icy grave that you plan to call home.
Long fine hairs separate.
The light floods into your eyes.
You're fully awake,
and you realize that you're still in that cold room--
It wasn't a dream, because you don't dream, but how could that be?
How could a person live and breathe but not dream?
But it just occurred to me that I've failed to notice my own presence in this whole situation that I've been explaining and describing so perfect-- and I realize that
I'm the one who's dreaming . . .
I mean, I know you're real and all but you're the queen of the screen,
An ideal face that you painted, and I believed . . . and I still believe.
You're the violet bloomed too early for the spring
And Jack Frost is coming up to stiffen your leaves.
I'd pick you out of the cold ground, but you'd wilt away anyway,
But if I leave you, you'll freeze,
You'll freeze.
I just want you to live.