So my dearest friend and soul sister, Kitty, decided to turn her playlist into a poem today. I have to admit, it’s pretty stunning. Thusly, I have been challenged, along with the tagged group of fine writerly types. So here goes.
Note: it’s a little creepy, yet frighteningly accurate. Song titles in boldface.
Out of the Black
Out of the black, I fell
Into the becoming, born anew
But it’s not the Same damn life.
Save today before it ends, before it’s gone.
Have you Missed me?
But What difference does it make?
In the House of the rising sun, you Let it die.
You can’t be my Savior; I can’t be yours,
Though I Want you bad.
Drop me in a Lake of fire,
Clean my wounds,
Instead of The bog I fell in.
I still Hurt at times,
But I became Orestes,
My life a Vicarious atonement
For Thinking of you.
If I didn’t love you, I’d hate you.
They say “Follow me down the path.”
Then they Take me to church
Where they use Words as weapons.
You know I’m no good,
Yet they Wait and bleed.
When I’m Killing strangers,
I’m a Little monster.
You have yet to Figure it out.
Hear my Footsteps
In the Pure morning,
Before I set Sail
To a Bitter sweet symphony.
Casting my Voodoo on you,
I Go! in search of a new life.
Become The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles,
And come Out of the Black.
7 thoughts on “Out of the Black”
I LOVE what you did with this!!!! I stuck with pure titles, but you turned it LOOSE!!! Also, Starset for Let it Die? Because, awesome.
I couldn’t stick with pure titles. I tried with two different playlists and it wouldn’t work. LOL
Thanks, chica. =)
Way to up the ante LIKE A BOSS. I’ve never been so inspired to stare at song titles all night.
Wow, thanks so much! =D
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