Lyrics Contest Entry
I figured it was about time I made my debut here,and this story popped into my head this afternoon after listening to Placebo's new record for hours. So, yay, I'll try :D
Title: Post Blue
Author: Vie realfiction
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairing: Eunhae
Song: 'Post Blue' by Placebo (complete lyrics here, song here)
Notes: This hurt to write. Angsty, run-on sentences, Hae's POV. Tried a different style here and hope it isn't too bad >__> It's a bit short, so I might continue this someday.
It's in the water baby,
It's in the pills that bring you down,
It's in the water baby,
It's in your bag of golden brown.
It's one of those nights again and you hear him stumble through the front door, giggling. Then he's quiet again and you turn under your sheets, blocking out every thought of him, and you try to fall back asleep but know you can't nonetheless. Silence is ringing loudly in your ears and you shift once again, trying to find a more comfortable position to rest. Then the door to your room opens with a soft creak and he takes a few steps in your direction and you close your eyes and try to pretend you're asleep but you're sure he knows you're not, and then he settles on your bed and says your name softly. You feel your insides twisting and think God, he's done it again and try to turn away from him, but then he gently touches your shoulder and you feel your resolve melt away right there. You know he doesn't feel the way you do, doesn't feel the way you want him to feel and you curse the booze, and you try to fight against his touch, against the warmth that is spreading in your body when he smiles at you, because it's not real, not meant for you. But you can't, because you know it's only times like these when he is only yours.
It's in the water baby,
It's in your frequency,
It's in the water baby,
It's between you and me.
A small sob escapes your lips when you feel his hands sliding down your sides and in a weak attempt you try to push him away, but he just smiles at you and presses his lips against yours softly, and then you know you've lost the fight again, like countless times before. You know you're weak, know that it shouldn't be like this, but his words still ring in your ears, now louder than ever before. No, it's wrong, we can't, I can't. And still he's here, kissing, touching, wanting you and it's not the first time where you wonder if he just denies it, denies his feelings for you, but an impatient growl and something hard pressing on your thigh brings you back to reality and reminds you of the many times you've woken up sore, cold, alone, the many times you've cried because of this and the many, many times he ignored your red eyes and your questioning glance. This is your secret, you decided one day, something that went on between just you and him, something no one knew of, something that couldn't be true and was wrong, wrong, wrong.
It's in the water baby,
It's in the pills that pick you up,
It's in the water baby,
It's in the special way we fuck.
Then you are in pain and pant and clutch at his form hovering above you and you start crying silently, because it just hurts so much, he hurts you so much and still you don't tell him to stop, you have never and you know that you never will. He seems oblivious to what is going on inside you and kisses and bites and bruises you without a second thought and you cringe at the reminders of yet another night and want to push his head away, because you don't want these kisses, kisses that don't belong to you, but before you have the chance to do so, he cries out and then moves away from you, leaving you cold and empty once again. You turn around and pull the sheets up to your waist, knowing he never stays, never takes you in his arms, never comforts you. You hear him walk around the bed and then he is in front of you again, and he leans down and cups your face and kisses away the forming tears gently, before finally leaving you, more confused and lonely than you have ever been in your whole life.
Bite the hand that feeds,
Attack the vein that bleeds,
Down on my bended knees...
I'd break the back of love for you.
Title: Post Blue
Author: Vie realfiction
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairing: Eunhae
Song: 'Post Blue' by Placebo (complete lyrics here, song here)
Notes: This hurt to write. Angsty, run-on sentences, Hae's POV. Tried a different style here and hope it isn't too bad >__> It's a bit short, so I might continue this someday.
It's in the water baby,
It's in the pills that bring you down,
It's in the water baby,
It's in your bag of golden brown.
It's one of those nights again and you hear him stumble through the front door, giggling. Then he's quiet again and you turn under your sheets, blocking out every thought of him, and you try to fall back asleep but know you can't nonetheless. Silence is ringing loudly in your ears and you shift once again, trying to find a more comfortable position to rest. Then the door to your room opens with a soft creak and he takes a few steps in your direction and you close your eyes and try to pretend you're asleep but you're sure he knows you're not, and then he settles on your bed and says your name softly. You feel your insides twisting and think God, he's done it again and try to turn away from him, but then he gently touches your shoulder and you feel your resolve melt away right there. You know he doesn't feel the way you do, doesn't feel the way you want him to feel and you curse the booze, and you try to fight against his touch, against the warmth that is spreading in your body when he smiles at you, because it's not real, not meant for you. But you can't, because you know it's only times like these when he is only yours.
It's in the water baby,
It's in your frequency,
It's in the water baby,
It's between you and me.
A small sob escapes your lips when you feel his hands sliding down your sides and in a weak attempt you try to push him away, but he just smiles at you and presses his lips against yours softly, and then you know you've lost the fight again, like countless times before. You know you're weak, know that it shouldn't be like this, but his words still ring in your ears, now louder than ever before. No, it's wrong, we can't, I can't. And still he's here, kissing, touching, wanting you and it's not the first time where you wonder if he just denies it, denies his feelings for you, but an impatient growl and something hard pressing on your thigh brings you back to reality and reminds you of the many times you've woken up sore, cold, alone, the many times you've cried because of this and the many, many times he ignored your red eyes and your questioning glance. This is your secret, you decided one day, something that went on between just you and him, something no one knew of, something that couldn't be true and was wrong, wrong, wrong.
It's in the water baby,
It's in the pills that pick you up,
It's in the water baby,
It's in the special way we fuck.
Then you are in pain and pant and clutch at his form hovering above you and you start crying silently, because it just hurts so much, he hurts you so much and still you don't tell him to stop, you have never and you know that you never will. He seems oblivious to what is going on inside you and kisses and bites and bruises you without a second thought and you cringe at the reminders of yet another night and want to push his head away, because you don't want these kisses, kisses that don't belong to you, but before you have the chance to do so, he cries out and then moves away from you, leaving you cold and empty once again. You turn around and pull the sheets up to your waist, knowing he never stays, never takes you in his arms, never comforts you. You hear him walk around the bed and then he is in front of you again, and he leans down and cups your face and kisses away the forming tears gently, before finally leaving you, more confused and lonely than you have ever been in your whole life.
Bite the hand that feeds,
Attack the vein that bleeds,
Down on my bended knees...
I'd break the back of love for you.