Title: Sterile From the Photon Bruises.
Rating: T (for death and language)
Summary: How can they live without each other? I don't think they can. Copious amounts of suicide. Slash-like.
Author's Note: Howdy. :D Most of the inspiration for this fic came from the RadioHead CD, In Rainbows. The first line is actually from the song '15 Step'. The other half of the inspiration is from a fic by Leondra called Folding Over Her Linoleum Smile.
Enjoy!
(-You reel me out then you cut the string. )
You said you loved me (lie), and I believed you.
You said you'd never leave me (lie), and I believed you.
"I'm nowhere if I'm not with you."
So where are you? Is nowhere nice?
(You don't deserve for it to be.)
You plucked a few wrong chords. (it didn't matter.)
You sang me a song.
"Something, something, and that's why I love you."
(That was crapliesIHATEYOU.)
YOU'RE GONE YOU'RE A LIAR YOU'RE A
BASTARD
to leave me here in this nothing.
in the deepest
ocean.
bottom
of the sea.
(With no you to breathe.)
"Open casket would not be the wisest choice."
Sterile voice. No feeling. None
left.
You ruined your funeral;
(my heart)
when you put that rope around your neck.
Bruises big and purple and
perfectly what you get.
No reason. No show.
I stayed in
my
room to destroy your
laptopgamespherephotoncannonanythingyouever
touched.Me.
Little blue pills taste like
death is on its way.
Fractals of demented light slices their way into my retinas as the metal slices it's way through my vein.
I loved you to death, Josh.
A/N: So, could you tell that it was Josh who killed himself, and Drake grieving?
I tried to not make that obvious until the end. Anyway, what do you think of this style? It's like, free verse poetry. Emphasis on free.
Reviews are wonderful.
