[ Curious is a soft way of putting it. It's really bizarre. Despite the vague nature of poetry, it resonates with him, though. Those words. It gives him a very similar sensation to those... dreams, or bad trips, or whatever it was. A strong feeling, so powerful that he can basically feel it clawing its way through his heart -- but who? Who is it meant for? He doesn't remember. Just a vague presence filled with wrath and the feeling of adoration. ]
[ His voice starts gaining more of that usual rasp quality, but remains below the sound of instruments, as if he doesn't want anyone further than the piano to hear it. The melody on the cello starts rising really high and then dropping, almost like an ocean pulse, still expertly wrapping around the piano parts. ]
Is it hate, is it affection I won't let it go again. You can be the end of me I don't really mind the pain.
Take me down, your stars in my eyes My life is for you, It's how I want to go. Keep the rage flowing on And I'll love every second.
fuck rhyming that last line. also sry mei this is totally about someone else
[ His voice starts gaining more of that usual rasp quality, but remains below the sound of instruments, as if he doesn't want anyone further than the piano to hear it. The melody on the cello starts rising really high and then dropping, almost like an ocean pulse, still expertly wrapping around the piano parts. ]
Is it hate, is it affection
I won't let it go again.
You can be the end of me
I don't really mind the pain.
Take me down, your stars in my eyes
My life is for you,
It's how I want to go.
Keep the rage flowing on
And I'll love every second.