Hole
Down inside where everything is broken. Lost to light and embracing the dirt.
I do not struggle. Slain is the fight and charred is the skin.
I do not struggle. Slain is the fight and charred is the skin.
posted by Scarlet Sphinx at 8:43 AM
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When I am in a black mood I turn to my music collection. I have thousands of songs all tagged and categorized (yes, I'm a geek). One of my tags is "Sad". All songs marked with that tag go into a playlist called "Threnody" that I let wash over me until the sadness reaches a crescendo. At that point, the sadness passes through me and I feel better. I used to need that list a lot more in the past than I do now.
Nice link back, btw. How'd you know I'm the only male in a house filled with girls? :p
Check out Unforgiven by Metallica if u haven't already. Kinda mirrors ur second sentence.
Where'd u learn to write like that?? ;)
Cootey man: Isn't it funny how music fills the mind? (and, yes, it's pretty obvious you have cooties)
Sol: I know the song well (all versions, I think).
Writing is the cistern of the mind.
Thanks fellas
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