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He's withdrawn.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 big black box. Fucking black box.
Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
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He's withdrawn.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 big black box. Fucking 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].
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