I. He says,
don't let them fool you,
my heart, my (love)
as long as you beat I won't lie (but if you
stutter,
I will too)
they say it and laugh
for if hell chews you up
It certainly won't
spit you back out again.
II. The living only live
because
death is death, you see
(nothing)
else
but that
)is where you've got things all (wrong?) inside-out(
III. things that rise from the ashes
first have to f a l l into the f i r e
And he waits (patiently?)
Hopeful for the first fall
that will beckon the last,
smoking her like a second-hand pipe
IV. But where have you been?
leaving the loneliness all
on
its
lonesome
while (two. who?) became the definition
you sit alone
chewing on bones
that build
the (life size?) figure of what used to be
it's almost complete
but it won't
have
a heart.
V. he'd be nothing but the
irrational?
Fear
that kept you u/p at night
but he's b.e.c.o.m.e.
The irrational
hope
that won't let her
awaken
VI. this (unjust) goes to
s h o w
y o u
that there is no such thing
as an unrequited sleep
only one
that
moves undulating
breaths
through pieces of (glass?)
So shattered
that even dreams can't solve the puzzle
.
A/N:
Yeahh. I was sick today, so I decided to update again.This one is another one based off of a song, and stanza three probably gives the biggest hints.
On that note, the last one wasn't even a question, but . . . Eve got it right :P I wrote chapter five after being inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's The Cask of Amontillado.
So, yeah. Reviews are pretty cool.
