Think of yourself hanging.
I can’t sleep. I keep falling through the cracks in the floor. I keep staring at the holes in the wall. The ceiling that might not be there. A prayer for the silhouettes to stay and keep a nervous company. The air is drenched, I can almost swim. To love only what’s dead and to kill whatever’s real. Heartbeat, you’re scaring me. Yet … I will still laugh with chewed-off lips. Laugh at the monsters in this room. Cradle my poor dead body as the room floats. The end will begin with everyone drowning themselves in a river of their own tears. There’s a field of bodies in this room. They’re all dancing. They all dance as I can only shake and shiver. I want to get out, they don’t want me here. I love this room. Not what’s in it. It’s filled with all … all of the things I have ever needed, just not what needs me. It’s filled with my head … my thoughts. No one can find this room. No one will ever find me. Not with the lights out.
Music © Mark Griffin
Comments
Heiges Says:
*First comment dance!*
I listened to this like 5X! I luv it!
Merina Says:
That sounds really nice you know.
KidDoom Says:
Reminded Me of Nivarna.
KajiAwai Kon Says:
Interesting..... I liked it though.
Minstrel Ayreon Says:
I can tell it's not the same riff...but MAN, it reminded me of the first song on James LaBrie's solo album, Elements of Persuasion, and I kept expecting this track to go really heavy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7FXeNerHg8
Anyways, I do think you create a nice atmosphere here.
namzinato Says:
Makes me want to run through molded hotels with a rusted pipe waiting to hit monsters.
Goddamn I miss my video games.
balzac617 Says:
this song whisper in my mind : pLaY sIlEnT hIlL
Chris SR APPLEPIE Says:
"sitting on an angry chair.....angry walls that steal the air..."
Elfofchaos Says:
wow, Mark, this is plain awesome. seriously, I love it when you do this kind of stuff.
speedmetalmessiah Says:
overall pretty damn good. Though at some points your reading could have been a bit smoother. Unless you were going for the feel of reading a poem or something similar, instead of a guy speaking. Honestly though, I enjoyed it.