Passages

And now for something completely different.

I recently heard the classic Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel and thought to myself, “What if a goth/death metal band had written the lyrics to the song?” I know, you all have probably thought the same thing! Now, I totally dig the original. It is probably somewhere in my top “x” number of songs. I also totally dig satire. Here is my pass at a line by line rewrite (disclaimer – strong language ensues):

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Someone was breathing…

Somewhere in the dark someone was breathing. Rapid breaths, sharp against the otherwise silent cloak of darkness.

The darkness itself was palpable, seeming to flow like a liquid around objects in the alley. Over the trash strewn about the ground; around the overflowing dumpsters; through the hanging bars of fire escapes long unused; along this cursed corridor of the city. Vision in the nightmare blackness was like seeing the world through the oily smoke of burning corpses. Ink-like in its substance and foul beyond imagining. Something unnatural and not of this world. The darkness always came with It. Continue reading

In light of all that has yet to leave
I cast my tired and withered shroud
Above the land of distraction’s sun
Lit darkly by an ominous cloud

Raw repentant vacant eyes
Glisten with the mist of death
Too far gone, the mind is shrieking lies
The pain sung by the absent breath

Aching thoughts are whispered ‘round
The clutter that is shattered truth
And beating drums carry forth the rage
Replacing the innocence of youth

Sapped of strength and will to cry
I kneel before the end of time
As the shinning and naked sky
Dissolves all that is left of mine

The sky burns with the longing of forgotten dreams
As the wretched air follows the blade of dying screams
With envy pulling souls across a field of despair
And hollow eyes are bleeding, raining down through putrid air
Rasping breaths come flowing out of the writhing deep
And stirring sounds are seething from demons in their sleep
And in the sweaty silence enfolded by the dark
I am slowly sinking as my mind is torn apart

Take the whispers woven through the wind
And brush the ruin off my skin
Fractured light is slicing through
Resolves that echo less than true
And the slippery earth that winds around
A hope that’s lost in the churning ground
Cries foul to a leaden sky
That bleeds a mist falling like a sigh
Bitter is the dark and blasted dirge
Smashing screams of chaos merge
From shadows of life lost in the search
Remain nothing but etchings of alder and birch