Cry No More [JB]
May 22, 2012 18:19:46 GMT -5
Post by wimdy on May 22, 2012 18:19:46 GMT -5
i met the joker and i stole the moon
i raise the sunshine and i have been the fool
and i have been laughed at
and i have been lied to
i raise the sunshine and i have been the fool
and i have been laughed at
and i have been lied to
Silence. It's deeper than the murkiest of water, thicker than ripe seaweed patches, and more suffocating than an angry squid. It hurts. It stabs deep within you and rips your breath from your lungs. The calm of peaceful silence is overturned by the chaotic bloom of thought, suddenly free with a space in which to manifest itself and create a monster of your own devising. Its inescapable. Its deadly.
I turn from the silence of the room, my feet worrying a path on the recently shined wood floor of the tiny space. My hands are twisting in knots, painful scabs running together and biting at my skin. I try not to get the blood from the opening wounds on my suit, but it is of little use. All over, I'm shaking. My body is tremoring hard, my legs hardly able to keep me upright as I pace back and forth, back and forth. Everything hurts. My heart races so fast I can practically feel it breaking through its skeletal confinement. My lungs feel ready to burst, spasming while I try to hold in choked back sobs. My entire body rattles once more and I let myself fall onto the oriental carpet at my feet.
How could you be so stupid, Fitz Ripley? How could you volunteer after everything your family has gone through? How could you leave them? How could you do this to your own brothers? Try as it may, the voice in my head can't make me regret my decision; not even a little. I know my family. They'll pick up their lives in my absence. They couldn't live without Pen though. I know I wouldn't be able to. I can't let her become just another tribute in the Games. It would cause far more casualties than one, Libertine and Ripley alike. Though he may not say it, I can tell from my Noah's eyes that she means so much more to him than he'll ever be able to enunciate. The Ripleys will heal without me, of that I'm sure. It will just take time for them to see that this was all for them. To the end, my all will be for them.
and i am a hero but i'm not made of steel
and i'm not the smartest man but i know the deal
and i'll bleed for your lips if you'll bleed for mine
and i can't escape it
cause i do love you
and i'm not the smartest man but i know the deal
and i'll bleed for your lips if you'll bleed for mine
and i can't escape it
cause i do love you
Open to all Ripleys and Libertines.
Song: Cry No More
Artist: Robin Thicke