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[aid] => mick
[title] => headspace explained
[time] => 2004-04-12 23:58:47
[hometext] => an explanation to the simple lyrics of my ambient/noise track --headspace--. it's better to hear the track itself, but i guess the story will suffice. if you'd actually like to hear the track, pm me. 51
[bodytext] => the rain stained her skin like blood like accusations but it was the stain on her soul that burned the most she fled into the night she fled into the rain drenched in their blood driven by voiceless accusations and even after they died even when she was alone in the woods she could still hear their screams (it's all headspace) wandering through the forest the rain still pouring down she whispered her secret deeds to the silent trees and begged for forgiveness from those who weren't there inside it felt so hollow as her mind reeled with psychosis and waltzed with vertigo a million colors painted her world but they all looked like blood to her (it's all headspace) long after her mind let go she began to claw at the earth as if to exhume the corpses that she had left behind she crawled into the watery hole and drug the fresh wet earth in to cover her her head still exposed the rain still falling she screamed and screamed and screamed (it's all headspace) everything turned to peace inside (letting go) the hollow filled with a warm air that tasted like spring and smelled like pleasant memories (letting go) and though her eyes rolled back and her head lolled to and fro inside her mind she ran gaily through a sunny meadow young and careless and free (letting go) the spirits circled her half-buried body staring down not with anger or hatred or even betrayal but with a sadness that the dead should never know and in her meadow it all went white for just a moment and everything felt cold as the spirits drew the breath from her and left her alone in her grave it's over for her now she's back in the meadow with no memory of anything else just picking flowers and chasing the sun and running with her bloody friends (it's all deadspace) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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