If Only, OPEN| Brodie Cameron |
Posted: Apr 7 2009, 07:16 PM
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 Group: Psychic Posts: 2 Member No.: 18 Joined: 7-April 09  |
  Raise your glass my son, we’re telling everyone, We’re living in every day combat. Her hands graced the fret board, fingers gently played chords that danced though the quiet air, yet there was an energy behind them that she couldn’t quite put her own finger on never mind asking someone else to identify it. Brodie nodded her head as she played, her back sat against a cold wall she could feel the chill spread right up her spine, “walking around in a daze, out for days now its been, talking it up as amazing, the maze that I’m in.” There was something chilling in her voice as well as the air. Not that she noticed it Brodie was too busy actually playing, it let her zone out, it let her forget the world around her for two minutes as she played. The demons, the angels, the death melted away as her mind let one thing flow – the words. “Looking under stones for answers but all that I found, is silence and dirty ground.” All her songs some how related to what went though her head, they had started as flashes in the middle of dreams…normal dreams years and years ago. Now they had morphed in to full blown adrenalin filled waking up in sweats crying nightmares. Visions of fire and pain rising up, hell was on earth the demons walked and so did angels of the Lord…they were really fucked this time around. “If only you could see me now, if only you could hear me out, if only it was only me now.” It was a cry out, a question posed to a god she didn’t believe in anymore. Her eyes wondered up to her surroundings as her fingers jumped position and changed chords. The shops or what was left of them were boarded up, the people were gone, those that were left weren’t the nicest of people in the universe. They were scared, they were hiding like she was, but for some reason they didn’t mind her sitting here with her guitar. Today she didn’t have an audience but sometimes she managed to gather herself an audience that would listen, sometimes they even understood. “Listen just a little bit harder because hearts tell the truth, it isn’t just a piston in an engine to keep you moving. You’re looking like your looking for something…and now your surrounded by silence.” She used to be a believer and now, well she wasn’t too sure anymore. She still prayed the difference was now that she didn’t believe he heard her…yet she still had that glimmer of hope. There wasn’t a reply anymore, she used to believe there were signs, that she got a reply to her prays and now…what was there? There was hell on fucking earth the world was in chaos and they weren’t winning. They weren’t going to win, the end of the world was coming…every night she hoped, prayed, screamed that it would be the night when she saw the end of it. When she saw the lights overcome the darkness… [b] “If only you could see me now, if only you could hear me out…”[/i] It wasn’t a cry out, it was a plea. This wasn’t the world her parents had envisioned for their child, this world wasn’t meant to exist at all. Song = If Only by KT Tunstall. |
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