The Cage

Loud Is The World

Heart-Shaped Wound

A Romantic Guy

CW: Autophobia, Depression, Emotional trauma, Isolation, Neglect

LYRICS:

Once there was red.
A nervous rose took root and slowly spread
It’s scarlet blossoms set my cheeks aflame
At the mention of your name.
And once there was blue.
An icy ache exhausting to subdue
Cold indigo that mocked my empty arms
Would that red had stronger charms.
Is meagre joy for sorrow numbed a terribly high cost?
If no one cares you’re missing are you even lost?
Or are you nothing?

Once there was green
The jealousy that I would pass unseen
While others seemed to captivate the eye
And not even have to try.
Once there was pink
My blushing musings metered out in ink
Each letter steeped in mortifying need
I would pray you’d want to read
My battles weren’t important if I helped you win your wars
If I was someone when you needed me and no one if not yours
Was I just nothing?
Nothing is better than yearning.
Nothing

Once there was gold
The rich assumption grief could be controlled
Gilded gauze may glimmer and conceal
But the wound beneath won’t heal
And once there was rust
Silver linings tarnished without trust
Marred by my indifferent admired
And My God hope makes you tired
I let you walk upon me in a childish conceit
That one day you would see my care and help me to my feet
But all for nothing
Ground by thankless steps into nothing.
Nothing
When did sweetness fly my cup and leave it bitter black?
Wouldn’t it be easier to take a different tack?
And taste nothing
Play mother with a potful
Of nothing

Once there was a rainbow
A vibrant spectrum traded to let pain go
When faith gave graceless way to destined doubt
All the pigment petered out
I never asked for everything, I begged a lone demand
And still guilt stained that single wish for one who’d hold my hand
So:
If none will share their palette I accept my ashen pall
If no one wants to love you, why feel anything at all?
Just feel nothing.
Nothing is better than hurting.
Nothing.
If I never meant what you did to me
Then it’s better and kinder and safer to be:
Nothing (x5)

~~~ For my process, and thoughts on the song go to my Youtube - they allow longer descriptions there ~~~

Music of the Fears

13. Nothing - A Song for The Lonely

Do It All The Time ☆ IDKhow ☆ Nightcore

Video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRGFj7wKamU
Original Song by Vane https://youtu.be/qIH72j7s6rA
Originally illustrated by Jelly
svp adapted from MIDI by Wordhuntering https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pkOK31THJY

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Guests line up to leave their moldy bedrooms
in a dimly-lit moonlight motel.
The turtles are dancing with raccoons.
A zombie joins and gets a firm "no thank you."

The mannequin's calling for a taxi,
with a fee of twenty-thousand yen.
A familiar voice calls out to me.
A feathered creature I have never seen....

The crow offers me a smoke.
He says, "It'll take you for a joyride."
No sir, I think I'd rather choke.
"Oh, I'll be fine."
"You're in a web of lies"

"On a busy street, you'll see the cityfolk
run at the mercy of the singing crows.
The raven ponders if he enjoys the gore
while he takes the frontal lobe and eats some more.

Little miss, don't sit, come join the fun!
We've only got twelve hours 'til the party's done.
Paramnesia rules the world, so fake a smile!
Take a shot, some scotch,
and wait until your trial."

Crows line up to greet the local mushrooms,
sticking flyers on their spotted heads.
The turtles are eating the raccoons.
A zombie sits alone and cries "I hate you."

The mannequin's calling for a taxi
for a crow who knows we have a deal.
A familiar voice cries out to me.
A feathered creature, one who needs to see me.

So the crow offers me a smoke.
He says, "It'll help you kill the third eye."
"My, my, you think this is a joke?"
"I swear it's fine!"
He's in a web of lies.

The clock takes shots as the dolls relax under the morning sky.
They wonder if time would still proceed if they were to die....
The devil's work life,
suffice to say, is a comedy at best.
He wonders if there will come a time
when he can leave the nest.

In a burning town around inferno's court,
the crows are laughing with a glass of port.
The lady ponders if she enjoys the gore.
Then she takes the devil's heart and
Eats some more

"Little miss?
This isn't the deal we had!"
Oh did I mess it up?
I guess it's just too bad.

"Paramnesia 
rules this world, so fake a smile!
Take a shot, some scotch. 
I'll see you at your trial."

A Crow's Trial

RED HOUR (Tart feat. Anri Arcane)

dead. From old age, specifically

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Lyrics:
In the time that it takes, for a human life
All I'm scared that I won't be, I won't be
All the things that I've seen, for a man to die
Cause as far as I know, I might be -

You know how it goes, and so do I
Born a hero and die as the villain
In the time that it takes, for a loss of life
I am scared, that I'll end up becoming -

If I'm a pre-cursor of everything that I could be
These bones I step on, just a fragment of what we can see
The past is hidden between lines of what the victors wrote
There is no history book, written by "failures"

And if the good die young, and I am bound to grow old
I am scared of the things, that I'm becoming
Growing up is scary - I can tell you that
But there is courage somewhere, in surviving this

A generational cog, in a system we wrought
Just another body, ready for the meat grinder
If every story I hear, glorifies someone younger
There's no wonder why I feel like I am running out of time

And there are people I've seen - those I'd fear I'd become
There are people out there, who I pity
Despite my judgements, people live their lives the best they really can
And all these futures I'm scared of - don't have to be mine

The fact is rather simple - I will always have a choice
And by my hand alone, I'll forge my destiny
Questions can end in questions, and I may never have answers
But the truth might be simpler, than I make it seem

If the good die young, and I am bound to grow old
I am scared of the fate that awaits me
But the things that I've seen, for one to grow and thrive
There is strength in persisting, to stay alive!

Despite all of the age, despite deterioration
Through the wrinkles and aches in my lower spine
A survivor through and through, I fought to earn this life
The most metal thing I can do, is grow old!

'Cause all the age on my body, and the many faded scars
Show me someone that I'm rather proud of, for becoming
I never thought I'd grow old - never dared to even dream
That one day I'd see a future where I'm happy

And there are bones on this path, there are bodies of the past
There are things I regret - but don't define me
There is courage in surviving what I thought wouldn't change
And there is hope in the reality, I choose to create

If the good die young, and I am bound to grow old
I am scared of the fate that awaits me
But the things that I've seen, for one to grow and thrive
There is strength in persisting, to stay alive!

Cause despite all the anger, all the loss we've experienced
Through the grief we marched on, and made our future
Survivors through and through, we have fought our way here
The most metal thing we can do, is grow old!

In a world where youth's glorified - death, another cliche
I think there's something to say, about us aging
Survivors through and through, I give these words to you
"The most metal thing you can do, is grow old"

【Original Song】The Most Metal Thing You Can Do Is Grow Old

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