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Wake Up
Key Entity Extraction I: Domino The Destitute // coheed and cambria
If you have forgotten, Just how to move, Follow my steps, Where to you, I’ll prove, That no music is needed, And no floor is wrong, Wrapped in your arms, Just as I belong. The steps that we take, And the words that we speak, The love that we made, In those young, early weeks, All these stories, I’ll share, Until I’m blue in the face, All so you’ll remember, The love that filled this place.
It exists, This moment, This place, This thing inside of me. It's real and happening, And I can feel the beating. But the echoes, They linger, Bouncing off of walls, Dancing in the grand space, Only colliding with itself. The echoes, They ache, Letting me know, That I'm still hollow.
“In my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.”
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet (via books-n-quotes)
Perhaps
Perhaps, if I just rest, These demons will too. Then they will dream, Of a life detached from me. Perhaps they will see, The roads winding, Leading them to mountains. Perhaps they will hear, The gentle ocean waves, Calling their name. Perhaps they will feel, Adventure calling in their veins.
Heroine
She waited in her tower, Hidden away from the world. Her voice cried out, Begging for a savior. But the dragon wasn't slain, And the bridge wasnt crossed. The moon rose, But no stars shone, No more wishes would be made. She donned her armor, And armed her sword hand, And set out to defeat her own demons, Fore no prince was coming.
Lighthouse
Your breath, heavy as the ocean, Wrapped around me, kissing my skin. The waves of your gaze, Danced over my naked body. Your sandy finger tips, Traced every curve of my body, And the moans of the ocean, Rang out with my own on that empty beach. And when I awoke, I remembered your last words, That the god of the sea, Could never be settled with a lighthouse.
Let me into your world. Let me rest against your chest, Tight in your arms. Let me see the world, With the colors you create. Let me taste the songs, That you’ve wrote. For the world to which I belong, Has been void of all safety, And art, And things that make the soul, Happy to be alive,
You asked for a bed, And I built you a home. You asked for some bread, And I made you a feast. You asked for a verse, And I wrote you a song. You asked for the rain, And I summoned a flood. Then you left, Because I never got it right.
Takuboku Ishikawa, tr. by Tamae K. Prindle, from The Selected Poems; “When I Take My Gloves Off,”
Perhaps I should have Known better than to wrap my Heart in pretty bows. Perhaps you should have Known better than to accept Gifts you'd never keep.
Say Anything // I Want to Know Your Plans
Why did I have to stay, When the rope around your neck, Stole your last breath away? Fought demons, you never shared, Now they're homeless, Running rampant; running scared. Into me, they dig their claws, Building ice in my veins, And a heart that won't thaw. A sob causes my chest to heave, A fight I can't win, But a fight I can't leave. Why did I have to stay, When that noose around your neck, Stole you last breath away?
If tomorrow you must go, Then stay with me tonight, So I can drink you in. This memory, in my heart I stow, A weapon in a lonely fight, Remembering the warmth of your skin. And if I'm not right for you, Don't hide it with words and flowers, But mourn along side of me. If it is not I who would give you a kingdom then who? The one who thinks of losing you and cowers, Even when I've lived a life on stage for the world to see.