Never insult someone's musicNever insult someone's music,More Like This
Don't tell them it is shit.
Lyrics and bass lines
That mean nothing to you
Could have saved them
It seems silly,
I mean how could music really,
Save a life?
It's the moment where you feel so alone.
When you're at home,
In your room
Surrounded by your thoughts.
All you have is the song playing
Off the CD you just bought.
The sound surrounds you
As you feel there is nothing else you can do,
And in that moment
When you feel you want to collapse.
You want to relapse
Then there is that noise,
The vocalist singing you words,
That tell you the world
Making the rhythm of your heart
As the bass and the guitars
Just fuel your flames
You will not end today.
As the band plays
And you sing along
You fall in love with something again
And you begin
To feel something more than pain
It s the feeling of music
Pumping life through your veins.
Never Forget part 4The sudden blazing sound of an intercom crackled to life, shaking Jack of his restless sleep. He jolted up in fright, smashing his crown into the low ceiling holding the bed of his roommate resting above him. The red head winced in pain, held his head, but shortly, the intensity of the sound distracted him and he caught sight of tiny naked feet against smooth concrete, seeing the slender figures of exposed boys whom Jack once knew as classmates. Seeing this, the red head propped himself up on his elbow, still holding onto his head, all the while making sure he wouldn't touch the ceiling again; numbly wondering what the commotion was about. Within his bunk, he silently listened to those outside his claustrophobic bed, hearing and observing the softness of concern that his former hunters played out as they too listened to the overhead message that rang through the entire ship.More Like This
"Nearing land! All passengers must meet at the main deck!"
A pause of confusion, the awkward misunderstanding of
Never Forget part 2It was the first night he'd stayed on this ship, and he had no way to navigate. There was a possibility that he could travel all the way up to the top of the ship and ask the man who maneuvers it to tell him where a washroom could be. Merridew scratched the idea: he didn't feel like talking to anyone. He travelled rather blindly through the ship's corridor, opening and closing doors, hoping he could find the right one eventually. But, of course, with no luck: a vast majority of doors Merridew passed were all filled with empty promises, so one could imagine just how long it took until he reached the door he was searching so longingly for. He had already swung it open, having checked if his prediction was right or not, and entered while scanning the entire room at face value. Most importantly, no one was occupying the cramped cube.More Like This
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Never Forget part 1It was when the crying had stopped that the tangled mess of former, tidier British schoolboys truly left the island behind them. It was ancient history and soon to be forgotten. At least the majority of them hoped. Some littluns had already shut their eyes and began to dream of home, letting the future catch up to them in a blink of an eye. It is remarkable how quickly youth forgets, even for such a traumatizing event meant to enslave the mind. Are they still innocent, even after every boy believed they had lost their childhood? Have they not been permanently bruised? Perhaps not all of them. Perhaps that was an illusion; those boys who claim to have already let the past remain upon the desolate, ever-burning island. The island that casted flames that which held such downfalls and as it sat there, clinging to every branch it scorched and melted. The flames flitted, wavered, back and forth in such mockery, a tease bidding them adieu, the white flag, though at the same time predicting thMore Like This