Please understand
This isn't just goodbye
This is I can't stand you
This is where the road crashed into the ocean
It rises all around me
And now we're barely breathing
A thousand faces we'll choose to ignore
Curse my enemies forever
Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful
This desperation leaves me overjoyed
With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy
I listen to you cry
A cry for less attention
But both my hands are tied
And I'm pushed into the deep end
I listen to you talk but talk is cheap
And my mouth is filled with blood
From trying not to speak
So search for an excuse
Please understand
This isn't just goodbye
This is I can't stand you
This is where the road crashed into the ocean
It rises all around me
And now we're barely breathing
A thousand faces we'll choose to ignore
Curse my enemies forever
Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful
This desperation leaves me overjoyed
With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy
I listen to you cry
A cry for less attention
But both my hands are tied
And I'm pushed into the deep end
I listen to you talk but talk is cheap
And my mouth is filled with blood
From trying not to speak
So search for an excuse
Last night
I took the edge
And I lay it against
The curve of
The line of
The blue.
I pressed hard.
Not hard enough to breach but enough
To wonder if I would.
I nicked myself
Two centimetres
Away from the blue line.
And that small nick
Was enough to thrill and scare
And draw my glance back many a time
To see if anymore had welled up.
There was little.
My death lies
In a coffin under my bed.
I dare you
I dare you
To incite it to come out
And draw itself across my proffered skin.
The deep scores of my weathered shoulder
Show steadfast suffering
Coping
Will to survive.
They were made
By the same blade
That now represe
Caesar Salad Days Scene One by sleepyappledragon, literature
Literature
Caesar Salad Days Scene One
Caesar Salad Days.
A film by Connie MacAde Walsh.
Scene one.
A seafront town on a summer evening. We see various shots of the town. We see the exterior of a building. It is a diner. It looks pretty well cared for, if a little faded. A neon sign over the door flashes the word Caesar's in orange and yellow letters at passers-by. Caesar's looks as though it would be full during the day but at this time of the evening it is almost empty. Inside the diner there are two youths, one a tall sly looking boy in a waiter's uniform. The nametag reads, "Hello, my name is Caleb". He is near the door, leaning on the mop he is supposed to be cleaning up