A songfic based on Great Britain, specially dedicated to Midnight Chrysanthemum and the ever so popular story (I know you all know what it is) called, "Metamorphosis" and the sequel "Mimic". The song is "Infection" by Chihiro Onitsuka (just listen to this song, it is powerful...her voice, the melody . . . everything is . . . whoa). I had to change the original translation for this song for the sake of 'making sense'. It may contain spoilers so unless you want to be spoiled . . . . read on and enjoy the second songfic.
PS. I added some quotes of my earlier poems as well as some literature stuff (Shakespeare rocks ma boat!)
Infection
. . . To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to! 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dream may come
- Shakespeare "Hamlet" (III i ll 60 - 66)
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"I need to say something good in reply"And then the weeds on my tongue multiply.
The shadow cutting across my heartbeat
Peels away someone's mask once again.
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They say that a human's most feared thing is the place of the unknown
The place you enter . . . knowing you can never go back . . .
But to lose control
To be overpowered and lose your freedom
Death may have been the better choice
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In the nightI sit down
As if I'm dead.
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Heartbroken and lost . . .
The love and passion that had once been full has drained
Empty of its cup
The leaves are dying and the song of the nightingale has ended
The coming of the eternal Winter draws near
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My heart ignites
And the pieces fly everywhere
All across the sky, shining down on me
But how did I . . .
When did I become this weak?
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Is this where it all ends?
Is this where it all falls apart?
Why shouldn't it . . . ?
How can anything stay together?
Look around . . . Do you see any hope?
Any at all?
The bonds have ended
Everything has failed.
Everything
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I pretend that I don't notice that my legs have given way.
I flee from the light, into the shadows
My sojourn and refuge
My foolish sickness just gets worse and worse.
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For me . . . I thought I could win this fight . . .
Now I lay broken on the ground . . .
Aspiration . . .
Has already died
Slowly . . .
As the minutes pass . . .
Sinking deeper . . . Drowned . . . and Dead . . .
Yet . . .
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In the night
I realize this Infection
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Has time been wasted?
Reaching for something . . .
Something one could not find . . .
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My heart ignites
And the pieces fly everywhere
All across the sky, shining down on me
But how did I . . . ?
When did I become this weak?
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Alone in the barren, consumed in the Winter
Sulking closer . . .the beast makes to Bethlehem
The second coming draws near
Sulking closer . . . the beast extends
Embracing . . . Crushing . . . Devouring . . .
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I'm beginning to grow scared of many kinds of small fevers
Though I don't have any hope of winning
Somehow, I must awaken from this
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The walls are closing in
. . . .
Listen to stillness
Close the door
I struggle . . . but I lay quiet
Night fades to bring new light
But day can no longer chase Darkness
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My heart ignites
And the pieces fly everywhere
All across the sky, shining down on me
But how did I . . . ?
When did I become this weak?
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Swallow swallow
This lump won't go
From my closing throat to my empty stomach
And now I'd just much rather choke than fight it
The struggle seemed pointless
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My heart ignites
And the pieces fly everywhere
Everywhere . . .
Everywhere . . .
All across the sky
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He has become . . . what he was made to be . . .
But has he become . . . what he was meant to be . . . ?
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How did I . . . ?When did I become . . .
This weak?
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I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
. . . .
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
- Percy Bysshee Shelly "Ode To The West Wind"
