She's so cold. So, so cold. So ******* cold. He's afraid. So, so afraid. So ******* afraid of her. She's his methamphetamine. Shoot, drug, high. So terribly comfortable. He's withdrawn. Sick, sober, low. So horribly real. A shiver down his spine. Chills, fear, shock. It will never end. And she just lays in her box. Her ******* box. ******* black box.
So I've been doing this creative writing thing where I put a song on Repeat and just write what I feel. This is "Teardrop" by Massive Attack. Hope you enjoy. [Might help to listen to the song when you read it].