[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Finally finished my music lit. assignment, which ended up being like a poem, because I can't Sing nor make Music, but it's good nevertheless. Used a few old poems/lines I thought of because it was inspired by what this song/poem is about, which is, as stated before, there are times when I have frequent nightmares relating to death. So, why not piece them all up into this edgy af stuff.
[spoiler=Goodbye Lullabye / Italized part is supposed to be the chorus]When you turn off your bedroom light,
You better wish yourself goodnight
Because this may be the moment
you will have to fight blind
against your demon’s bite.
Sometimes, in silence, there is violence.
That’s when a goodbye lullaby starts to play.
So, listen close, and let your eyes glisten with tears;
Show your love and gratitude to your dark, yet, starry sky.
Once upon a time,
At a land I call it a nightmare,
I have seen white evolving to red,
As the brightness in the citizens’ eyes soon died.
I watched soldiers being embraced by the darkness,
While innocence cried, and so did the world.
One, two, three, somewhere at 3am,
I would wake up weeping,
with my heart bleeding blue.
I would inhale ice, and then exhale fire,
and, oh, how did it burn to breathe;
how it meant: “I'm still alive, despite it all”.
Though, even in reality,
Falling Fridays and suicidal Sundays exists.
3am collecting shattered minds and abandoned bodies.
Will we ever know if it is a time or a place?[/spoiler]
Note to self when giving the lesson to the class: "Always acknowledge who is there for you at the days and nights. Always tell them you love them and you appreciate them. Because you can never be too sure when your hello will be your goodbye to them."
[spoiler=Goodbye Lullabye / Italized part is supposed to be the chorus]When you turn off your bedroom light,
You better wish yourself goodnight
Because this may be the moment
you will have to fight blind
against your demon’s bite.
Sometimes, in silence, there is violence.
That’s when a goodbye lullaby starts to play.
So, listen close, and let your eyes glisten with tears;
Show your love and gratitude to your dark, yet, starry sky.
Once upon a time,
At a land I call it a nightmare,
I have seen white evolving to red,
As the brightness in the citizens’ eyes soon died.
I watched soldiers being embraced by the darkness,
While innocence cried, and so did the world.
One, two, three, somewhere at 3am,
I would wake up weeping,
with my heart bleeding blue.
I would inhale ice, and then exhale fire,
and, oh, how did it burn to breathe;
how it meant: “I'm still alive, despite it all”.
Though, even in reality,
Falling Fridays and suicidal Sundays exists.
3am collecting shattered minds and abandoned bodies.
Will we ever know if it is a time or a place?[/spoiler]
Note to self when giving the lesson to the class: "Always acknowledge who is there for you at the days and nights. Always tell them you love them and you appreciate them. Because you can never be too sure when your hello will be your goodbye to them."