Habit

17. října 2010 v 11:10 | Kat-chan |  Povídky jednorázovky
Možná znáte píseň "Breaking the Habit" od Linkin Park.. Poslouchala jsem, kreslila, psala, zažrala se.. a s tou písní soucítím... Pro ty, co umí anglicky tady to je... Někdy, až budu mít náladu, přepíšu to do češtiny :)

Obrázek jsem kreslila já, ale samozřejmě s předlohou z onoho videoklipu...

HABIT

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again

You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize
that I'm the one confused

You are sitting in the middle of your room, desperate, crumpled and frustrated with yourself.
Your whole body is shaking and requires another dose of poison necessary as air. Calls for the poison that you took once and since that time it wants more and more. It wants drug.
Your brain wants to play your memories, which inadvertently revives by your everyday actions. Already, you don't want to see how this all began.

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean

I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight

You are screaming and screaming, and you think it'll chase away your memories.
But you are wrong. Your memories are getting power by your crying.
You remember the moment, when you unlocked the front door of your dirty flat, where you lived with your boyfriend.
That time you were pregnant and you worked as a waitress in a restaurant, you have to earn some money.
Your boyfriend was still drunk, shouting at you all the time but you just couldn't leave him.
The moment when you opened the door and you saw him with a strange woman in your bed changed everything.
Fierce row broke out and you told him everything you thought about him.

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again

I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

Your boyfriend was relentless.
He hit you in the face and when you lay on the ground and prayed for mercy, he picked up a knife.
He kicked you and then he stuck his knife into your stomach.
That night, your child died.
You have started to take drugs, you began to smoke, drink… You got fired. You earned money as a slut and now you're finished here.
You want your cure - you want your drug.

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean

I don't know how I got this way,
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight

I'll paint it on the walls
Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

You're desperately looking for some drugs. You're searching in all corners of your room, but you can't find anything.
The only thing you've found is a gun, which you bought when you started living in this dirty part of town.
You're rubbing her with your white fingers and you're inclose to your head.

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean

I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

In your head is appearing the last happy moments of your life when you were not drug addicts.
On a piece of paper you're writing: "Once upon a time, I was SOMEBODY. Now I'm NOTHING."
Then you're pulling the trigger.
 

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1 Angel AI Angel AI | Web | 17. října 2010 v 14:15 | Reagovat

Dokonalý pict..trošku psycho..ale libí se mi ^^

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