In this passive state/Where all my fears will congregate/I can't see and I can't feel/What am I supposed to do?
In this little box/Secured with promises and locks/I can't see and I can't feel/Anything but you
Suffocating in this lightless abyss/Recreating, such unsureness/It's darkness blurred in the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same/It's a legacy of ill fame
Crawling down/To the outskirts of town/And no questions are asked/You're just avoided/Like the plague/Falling down/The rains beating on the ground/Like the talk of the town/But no one can hear a sound
Suffocating in this lightless abyss/Recreating, such unsureness/It's darkness blurred in the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same/It's a legacy of ill fame
But then/The clouds all part/I'm safe and sound/Feet on the ground/I look around/Anf what do I see?
Nothing but me/Without you/Nothing but me/Without you/ Nothing but me/ Without
Suffocating in this/ Lightless abyss/ Recreating such/Emptiness/It's the darkness blurred/Against the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same
It's my legacy of ill fame.
Wow, there's a post that lived up to it's name. The really sad thing is that this drama was caused by something reasonably common.
I was just lying there, half asleep, in my cousins bed, because our power was out and my uncle said we could stay at his house while he and my aunt and cousins were away. Anyways, my mom comes in and she sees the light that I have something on my head. Lice.
So, we get the heck out there, making sure anything I had my head on is quarantined. Afterwords, we go home and end up going to the store to get some lice shampoo or whatever, as we come back we saw these two trucks from the township and we were thinking, Oh, great, we will be able to have light tonight! Alas, the sad truth was, the water maine had broken. So hear we are, unsure if we would even be able to take showers, we found we couldn't do the shampoo because you need to rinse it out after ten minutes, or else it will sting like heck.
When they finally left, it was too dark to do it, so, we tried the old mayo treatment. Apparently you mix a little of it in your hair, let it sit for an hour or so, and then rinse it out. The rinsing out was where I got the idea for the above song. I am standing in the shower, not able to see because of the steam, the fact that I am not wearing my glasses, and because the room's only light comes from candles. Plus, the drain has been plugged (long story) so the water is rising. And there I am, blind, feeling like bugs are crawling on my hair*, full of fear that one of the candles will knock over and set the room on fire, ect. And I was coughing up so much that if my fits and vision weren't impaired enough already, I was now fit for an asylum. So anyways, that is my sad tale. We finally got back our power, I am going to have my hair treated properly, and life will be a little less melodramatic.
*Okay, there's this one lifetime movie about not doing LSD, and in it there's this girl who does it, and she freaks out and thinks there are cockroaches crawling all over her, and so she goes into a closet and claws off her own skin. I felt a lot like that girl.
