Wanted: Random association for this

[Guest]

Okay, so this is entirely strange, it popped out of nowhere and I don't have a frigging clue what it is or what to do with it... so.. tell me what random association this makes you think of. Tell me what to write about based on it. If you must flame, do that as well! I will use the trolls to feed the dragon of my creativity...

I want to be your possession
I want to be your falling star
I want to be your obsession
I want to be your suicide scar

I want to be your holy water
I want to be the one you need
I want to be your sacred order
I want to be the wrist you bleed

 

[3113]

Very nice! You know, I considered thinking about it and trying to come up with something weird and strange and creepy...but the first thing that popped into mind was quite prosaic:

It's a song by a desperate musican to the woman (or man) he dumped (or who left him) when he was riding high on success...the girl who was with him from the beginning, when they were both poor and living almost on the streets. The girl who believed in him when he was at his lowest. The strange, sad girl who was his most powerful muse. He rose to the heights thanks to her...and then he rejected her; hurt her badly.

Now he's fallen (or at least woken up from the drug of fame)...and he realizes that he made a terrible, terrible mistake. He'd been trying for weeks now to get her to talk to him, to take him back. He can't eat, he can't sleep. Finally, he writes this. His way of assuring her that he needs her more than he needs anything else--more than success, a career, a life even. Won't she take him back?

It's pretty straight forward as a story...but that's what came to mind. I wonder how it ends.

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

Package me up tight.
So tight I can't breathe.
So tight I can't see.
So tight I can't think.
So very tight that I can't make a decision.
You can be my life and my reason
and that way I don't have to care when you take away my freedom.

And in this manner I can luxuriate for the rest of my days in delicious anticipation of the day that I bequeath to you... nothing.

No last kiss
no goodbye
no by-your-leave
I'll just leave
One way or another, just leave.

And then you can cry and wail
to your friends
to your new spouse
to your mum and dad
(maybe not your dad)
But certainly your mum

About everything you gave
and everything I took
and never once
not once
did I decide because
you did it for me.

 

[Guest]

hehehe... I knew it... there are people just as twisted as me out there...

Keep an eye out over the next few weeks for a story titled 'Suicide By Inches." I finally found a way around my writer's block, and to quote someone else who I can't remember atm "it's not pretty. But it gets me through the night."