....and I did it
again. Life, I have none.
Perspectives, per song:
1) Akira
2) Kais
3) Maria
4) Arik
5) Wendy
6) Akira, again
7) Tristan
8) no effing clue. Could be anyone, really...
9) Wendy, again
10) Naenia
1] 'Undisclosed Desires' - Muse
Next thing I know, Erasmus is holding me so tight it hurts to breathe and mumbling apologies in between sobs. I twirl my fingers through his hair and murmur back, 'You are my everything...they can't hurt you now, darling...'
E rests his head against my heartbeat; he slowly calms down enough to loosen his hold on me. 'I'm sorry...'
'Don't be.' I tilt his chin up and look into his eyes for a fleeting moment. 'I forgive.'
A slow smile plays his lips before we kiss.
2] 'Ditch the Rest' - Angelspit
'C'mon!' Quinn hisses, elbowing me in the ribs. 'Now's our last chance!'
I pursue her as we dash through alleys and sidestreets, only getting caught on one chain-link fence before I get in the groove.
'Take the queen, ditch the rest...' she reminds me as we come to the entrance. She strafes inside along the shadows. We don't pause to admire the violin sonata; there are more pressing matters tonight. 'Torch the whole fucking nest,' she whispers to me with a smirk, holding out a small jar to me with a fire dancing inside.
3] 'Derrick is a Strange Machine' - Ashbury Heights
I know he's not worth my time, the cheating git...and yet I still blush as he saunters by. He knows what notes to hit to set my heart aflame - or anyone else's heart, really. I try to let go, but the guy's a loaded gun, apt to fire at any unstable moment; I caught him sneaking around and tried to break it off, but I couldn't say no to those tears. I won't let myself fall for his tricks again. Don't let him, Maria. Nonononononononono. We can go separate ways. It'll be better for both of us...besides, I can't wait to see the look on the faces of the girls he fucks and dumps next. Schadenfreude, Arik be thy name.
4] 'Thankless Job' from REPO! A Genetic Opera
Nobody's thanked me after I bring 'em back from the dead. Ungrateful gits - how self-absorbed. I could leave razor blades in their intestines and they wouldn't know until they got home. I suppose someone's gotta do it...
5] 'Birthday' (radio edit) by The Cruxshadows
Happy fuckin' birthday to me. I don't remember anything that happened last night - I'm not sure I want to, either, judging from the blue spatters on the ceiling.
18 years have passed now? What the hell have I been doing? Nothing except getting in trouble, really.
I shouldn't have made Key go with me to the piercing studio.
I shouldn't have stolen money from my girlfriends.
I shouldn't have bogarted the fame.
I shouldn't have gotten tattooed cosmetics.
This isn't who I want to die being.
I don't want to be a slut, a prude, a lazy bum, a workaholic, a bitch, a doormat, a moron, a pedant, or disgusting.
Who do I want to be before I die...?
......Happy birthday to me. I haven't got forever to change things around, but I still have time, right?
6] 'The Childcatcher' - Patrick Wolf
Mother chucks a knife at me; it embeds in the wall, missing me by centimeters. Malice bloodies her moony eyes as she steps towards me, her heels clicking on the marble.
'Kiki, you've been drawing on the walls. You know mummy hates that.' Mother yanks the knife from the wall, ripping the wallpaper again. She blows dust off the blade and studies her reflection before aiming it at me again.
I throw my hands in front of my face to stop it; she slices through them as effortlessly as frosting, smiling as blood runs down my arms and pools on the floor at her feet. She yanks the knife out of my hands, miming another strike.
'Now you won't draw for a while,' Mother whispers, dropping the knife and walking away, leaving me to bleed until Father comes home again.
7] 'A Letter to God' - London After Midnight
Are we pawns in a game? Is this just a cosmic game? Are the gods really so bored?
All we do is work 9-to-9 at shitty jobs we despise, come home to pass out in front of the telly, and swallow the bullshit corporate media spoonfeeds us. Some of us are good at fooling the system, earning time off for good behaviour; most of us are poor sports. We envy those above us, yearning for something we can't have and won't earn. For some, it's love; others, money; still others, fame; others still, power.
Fuck humans. No wonder the gods play us.
8] 'Kyrie' - Death Note Anime OST
The klaxons blare; shattering of glass overhead gnaws at my nerves. The dome is done for...we must go underground. Drowning underwater is better than asphyxiating in a vacuum.
9] 'Just Dance' - Lady GaGa
The DJ spins a record on one finger like an NBA player with a basketball.
Colours and shapes blur; someone hands me a pretty blue pill with kanji I can't read on it. It tastes like motor oil.
I get ten more.
The synths sync up to my pulse...this is so my element. 'PLUR!' I hear myself squeal, going to grind along with the crowd in a doped-up conga line. Some bloke gropes my ass, but I'm high as a kite. I know I am, too, which makes it even funnier.
...Are the sirens part of the music...?
10] 'Telemarketers' - 2 the Gryphon
[okay, technically a rant and not a song, but

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'QUIT CALLING ME, CORPSEFUCK!' Thalia tosses her mobile against the wall, seething as it shatters into plastic and circuitry. She turns to me with a deceivingly-serene smile. 'Telemarketer,' she explains briefly. 'If they call me again I shall string their intestines through the trees like Christmas lights and aim the splatter for the nearest news camera!' She mimes this. 'I am smart enough to go out and buy my shit myself! Did half the population pull their brains out through their noses with a coat hanger and DUCT TAPE or something?!' She headdesks.
'.....'