For you, I'd stare straight into the endless black void of the Unseen Deathless One's eyes and crush the seeds between my molars: once, twice, thrice.
For you, I'd let the sweet tart juice of the pomegranate slide down my throat and trickle down my chin; I'd let it stain me inside and out— the way you have stained me inside and out with your hands and tongue and words, with your love.
My breath is yours to take away, my lips are yours to kiss, as marked by that red, red juice that bursts from the seeds of Death's realm and runs down my throat and coats my lips to trickle down to my chin.
In Life and in Death I am yours, yours, yours.
Yours to do with as you please.
Ask for my love, and I will lay kisses on your lips and your cheeks and your eyelids and your forehead with those same stained lips (you are mine just as much as I am yours). Ask for my loyalty, and I will stand with you, sword raised and your name echoing in my throat like a warcry (people call for their god and I call for mine). Ask for my heart, and I shall rip it out of my ribcage with my bare hands and lay it at your feet (you could ask to be the ruler of the gods and I would find a way).
My love is yours, my loyalty is yours, my heart is yours.
Let the juice of the cursed fruit mark me, let the world see and know, let the colour sink into my skin and flesh and stay there for eternity, till even the Deathless Ones are but a distant memory swallowed up by the passage of time. Let the juice of the cursed fruit claim me in your name.
In Life and in Death, I am yours, yours, yours.
Yours to do with as you please.
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I’m going to fully write lyrics for a bunch of the ultrakill songs. Im going to at least get each of the major bosses (v2, Gabriel, the primes) and I will aim to do at least one song from each layer.
I will apologise that the lyrics will probably be not great as its not my strong suit.
tumblr oh i am so freaking excited. i was finally able to write out the entire lyrics to one of the songs i have been wanting to write. I feel like the feeling of it and the meaning of it have been in my head for so long and i was finally actually able to put it all into words and i even came up with some of the tune for it!! I hope someday i can get it all the way fleshed out and can share it on here or something.
I could rant on for forever about every detail and what I want it to mean to me and any listener, but simply put its about the feeling of having thoughts trapped in your mind, the inability to get so many of your ideas- even just simple ones and translating them into words. it leaves you feeling slow and that those around you must feel like you are an idiot because you just can't show them that you really do have thoughts and opinions. it's like walking along a highway with everyone else just whizzing by while you have to build the damn car yourself. i hope this made sense. anyways, I just wanted to share in case anyone within my short reach here on tumblr could relate or if anyone wanted to know if music for/about neurodivergence was being written.
finishing this album up right
kinda wild fables&characters
Trip of the Spirits,
Auditory Atmosphere.
adding percussion in.
NewSoundsNewSoundsNewSounds.
Apparently making magical creations
and exploring the imagination
via sound and image is explicit!!?
shrugs
It's okay my catalog o creations will
be more active and alive in a future time.
AgainstAllOdds
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So I decided to start writing songs again lately and I am actually kinda happy with this one so I'm sharing it lol. I saw a thing about unhealthy relationships and made a story up in my head and wrote this. I'm trying to start viewing criticism in a good way so if you have any like tips or issues with it feel free to comment it lol.
I get thrown on the ground and I push myself up into a sitting position to glare at the offender (how dare you-) with bared teeth covered in blood that streams down from my broken nose.
Again, I say. Again, I get up.
Do your worst, and I will stand back up, knuckles blistered and bruises on my body with blood dripping from my fingers in too loud splatters, but there's a smile on my face that shows too many teeth bloody from ripping off chunks of your flesh and a challenge in my eyes (again, again, try again) because I'm a stubborn little thing.
I grew up with it.
It was engraved into my bones and sunk into my marrow through years of sitting on my steel-spined father's shoulders and at my silver-tongued mother's side, where I learnt the ugliest that humanity had to offer.
Sharp cuts hurt and sharp words scar, and I grew up with both being etched into my skin to make it thicker (ignore it) and stronger (survive another day). I became. Stronger and tougher and wild, challenge in my eyes and blood in my teeth from ripping flesh out like a savage animal, because I am a stubborn little thing.
Stubborn stubborn too headstrong too stubborn too hotheaded too this too that too much—
I push off the ground and stand back up on two feet, swaying from side to side in exhaustion but still smiling in that gods-awful way that reeks of insanity because I am a stubborn little thing and I don't give up (never give up) even if I have nothing and no one (you will never have anything or anyone) to help me. This is my legacy, stubborn till death, challenge in my eyes and blood in my teeth from ripping flesh off of bones.
I think I've learnt that lyrics come a lot easier when I have a strong visual image in my head that I'm describing. When it's more plot or state of mind it's harder to find the words (even if I'm not actually writing very visually)