Your Head's Only Medicine [Twitch Boys]
Apr 22, 2013 10:17:07 GMT -5
Post by semper on Apr 22, 2013 10:17:07 GMT -5
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
[/i][/right]We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
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You struggled so hard against the men in white coats when they came to your home; they had asked one of your siblings where you were (for “school related issues,” they said) and then they found you.
You fought back, of course: swinging fists and driving kicks at their knees, but they overpowered you by sedation. How come none of my brothers or sisters saw them drag me out? There’s no way the men could’ve slipped out so easily with me unconscious. But they did – somehow. All you remember is blurred images of a train, the sound of a whistle, and then intensely bright lights.
Your eyes slowly open and it takes a moment for you to remember where you are. The walls are a blasted white and you blink a few times, adjusting your vision to the light. The smell of sterilization fills the air and you scrunch up your nose, rolling onto your side on the bed. Your thigh sends a little jolt of pain; your hand reaches down and rubs the tender area where the men had stabbed a needle into you. Colorful mutters slip past your lips as you shift to sit up, bitterly taking in the harsh reality of the situation as your head jerks to the side involuntarily.
Why am I here? The thought remains stationary in your head. Where am I? Panic suddenly grips you, your blood running cold. Where am I? Unless the Capitol has another secret facility, you don’t know of any jail-type building in Three other than the Jusice Building. But there was something off about this place and you can’t quite place your finger on it.
The sound of opening doors reaches your ears and wholly captures your attention. You quickly rise, taking a few uneven strides to your door and somewhat impatiently wait for it to open; when it does, all you know to do is look out.
All of the other doors are open and otherprisonerspatients are walking out of their rooms. No consequence. We’re allowed out? You cautiously step across the threshold and into the hall, surprised when no one yells at you. This definitely isn’t a hospital, that’s for sure. Other people are starting to converse casually and to them you might as well have been a ghost.
You slip down the hall, hands twitching at your sides, until you spot a boy still sitting inside his room, munching on something. He appears friendly enough but you hesitate, hands tightening into fists at your side in a futile attempt to keep them still.
”Um..” You begin, quiet and unsteady, ”what is this place?”
Don’t want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don’t want to hide the truth
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don’t want to hide the truth
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can’t escape this now
Unless you show me how
[/i][/right]I want to save their light
I can’t escape this now
Unless you show me how
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