writing and music by dead child star
by dead child star
dead child star work in progress. please enjoy.
lead by destroyer, down to the river.
for what, i’m not sure yet.
i cast my net,
the sun drags, the moon stumbles up.
i drink cold tea from a paper cup.
i think of you opening your eyes,
showing no surprise when you see me there.
reaching up with your arms pale and bare
breathing me in like fresh air.
looking at me unblinking,
like i was always there.
like i was always meant to be there.
one day last week i remembered myself.
i was a boy in a blue sweater.
i lay in the heather, i looked up, up
i drank cold barley water from a paper cup.
i turned my head and you were right there.
i touched your face,
gulped northern air.
we bought a silver pinwheel at some village fair.
i can’t believe i’ve loved you so long.
you’re like a song with no ending, no beginning-
just a bridge.
just a tone turning over and over.
just a tune that keeps coming back to me.
just a clean straight line
to the one i was,
the one i will be.
why i’m waiting-
what i’m waiting for-
just a melody that lead me down to the river.
what i bring up,
what i find,
a treasure in my net dragged up from the very bottom.
dead child star 05/12
"There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face."
- Lemony Snicket (via gloomyteens)
(Source: societykilledtheinsane, via itsbeensurreal)
Torquil Campbell shares a harrowing New York minute in a true story that we like to call: “Sometimes Manhattan Loves You.” Enjoy!
my alma mater. belligerent ghouls run castleton schools.
“at night, when you have nothing to do, you can take a walk down shaftesbury avenue..”
i am in this photograph…look closely….you’ll see me through the dusk….almost disappearing, but still faintly there…..