In the midst of it all
In the pandemonium I fall
I stumble and I crawl
I'm beaten and I'm raw
Crawling around
Eyes wide shut
Groping the ground
Wrists bloody and cut
My head's spinning round and round
Feels like I've been drowned
Dead on the inside
All my tears left, cried
I don't know myself anymore
I'm broken down to my core
Nothing left to give
No reason to live
There's nowhere to go but up
There's nothing left to do
But fill my empty cup
This I know is true
There's nothing to lose
When you're already dead
There's no point in going backwards
When you can always move ahead
Throw away the old
And pick up the new
Tu
My heart skipped a beat
when you left me there,
standing
in the cold despair
(to think that only the day before
I had a heart that skipped beats for entirely different reasons)
I am longing for you
now more than ever,
but still
I won't call,
never
(you said that was one of the many reasons
we couldn't be together)
I don't see the reasons
though I took the blame,
and so much harder
is to handle
the shame
However when a door opens
I raise my head,
hoping
not to see a stranger
but you instead
(As I thought I have much too good of a memory
to forget)
She spends her time ballroom dancing with the dead,
And there isn't a dark tale she hasn't yet read.
She likes black dresses trimmed in matching lace,
Carries herself with a ghoulish sort of dainty grace.
She says that sad songs are what feed her soul,
While cemeteries are her favorite places to take a stroll.
You can see madness when you look in her eyes,
Perhaps even the spectre of your own demise.
And there is something so very odd about her kiss,
A feeling like some writhing thing come from a dark abyss.
An affection so beautiful yet so dark and so strange,
That with every touch I feel my mind derange.
It is true that I love
I was once the tree that grew,
standing tall and helping them survive...
But the fire came and said,
'Now you shall exist no more...'
Now I stand alone in
the field that was once so full of life...
Now I weep night and day,
waiting for someone to come, and just say hello...
The wind's sorrowful cries,
cannot put me to sleep,
No more, no more, not anymore...
I stand alone in the field I once loved so dearly,
Now it's all gone, nowhere to be found...
...
I was once the great sea,
now I am nothing more than a pond...
The rain falls again, but I can't seem to expand anymore...
All of the oceans come and laugh at my small size,
I
SCARECROW- MCR Song Analysis by GrayscalexBassGDMCR, literature
Literature
SCARECROW- MCR Song Analysis
This may be the saddest song on Danger Days. Not because this was the unit of BL/ind Industries in which the lives of the Killjoys were heartlessly taken, but because of its outer shell of joy, yet subtlety sickening undertones. Right off the bat, scarecrow is a symbol of falsehood, for they are most commonly used to ward off crows from farms, the crows being scared by their humanesque qualities.
At first glance, the chorus may sound sunny with a tint of nostalgia because of the melody and the childish kind of innocence it brings, but take a closer look at the lyrics and realize they just what they are saying:
"Move yo
i'm a compulsive liar. but i'm working on it. kinda. i'm angry. i'm happy. i'm a lover. i'm a fighter. and i change more and more as the seconds pass. i entertain myself and love very simple things, and very complicated things.
i'm not very average, in a very bad way.
but talk to me? i get bored.
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