A/N: Here's yet another response to pyrolyn-776's Lyric Challenge. It was written with Shane and Mitchie in mind, but of course that is certainly up to the reader's discretion. Warning, though there is minorly implied character death. This was centered on the last line. I tried to write it to connect it to that line. Anyway, vote in my poll please. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
#40: "I want a girl with lips like morphine"
Quickening Heartbeats
His world has turned into a blur of shed clothes, bare skin and silk sheets. It's a different girl every night but their faces blur together so violently until he can only see her.
One late night he finds one that wears her perfume—he takes her home and drags her into his bed. Her lips find his pulse, sucking gently. He almost wants her to bite him, to pierce his skin, suck him dry—drain the pain from his veins. It's sick and masochistic so he pushes it aside and tries to focus on the rising heat. So he can forget her, but he knows he never will.
At least in the morning, when this girl crawls away it will be her scent that lingers—and he can drown himself under his covers and pretend that she had been there.
Until the next night and the next girl, he'll immerse himself in his delusions.
It's a long line of quickening heartbeats meant to fill the void left by the one heart that doesn't beat anymore.
