#recorder
A road without road signs and faded paint, with ways that lead to every wrong direction. And we drove on that deep black ice throughout the night.
A dance that was no fun, and left a feeling of dissatisfaction, filled of bitter patterns. And god, it left us dying for water.
A recorder, with eyes that were too close together, and a mouth that would only open for a kiss.
The tape I played choked you up, and you died alongside me.
I had become what I never wanted to be.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
this is the story of how i break free.
a bright white light
pours on my face
as i open my
eyes
i wake up
in a room
i hear faint voices
barely audible
i touch the
white walls and the soft
carpet floor
soundproof.
there are only
one thing here:
a recording turntable
this whispering sensation
continues
as i put the dial
on the vinyl
it buzzes
and cracks
and pops
then finally,
one whisper
emerges from the record
"im afraid to die"
"...my blood on such a blank carpet"
this piercing voice
only sounds once
faces emerge
like blankets of
empty white void
made known to the world
"im afraid to die"
the intensity grows
i scream and wail
mourning the lost souls
i turn off
the tape
recorder
thinking it
would all go away
i only wanted
it to go away
but wait, why
am i the one always
running?
running from who i am
what i want
what i love
gone.
piercing waves of
screaming
just constant screaming
in the dead silence
im afraid to die
i look
to the tape recorder
it was off
it had always been like this
all the time
i soon realize
that one voice
was always my mind
(b.d.s.)
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC