Dis: Yeah, I’m dissing you, Panser/Davis, you crackheads! Ahem, no one belongs to me, no profit, blar blar blar….

Yo! Okay, the procrastinator that I am, I just wrote this this afternoon, so I couldn’t give you much, but I used my song for a wicked little Q. Sorry tis so short. Thanks to the luvlay Laurie for the lyrics: )


You Go To My Head
Shadowlight

This time I am a murderer. I know this for certain as your lifeline surges through the air, nowhere else to go but into me. Nowhere else far all your memories to go to by my head.

This time I don’t want it. Knowing that the pain will greatly outweigh the pleasure, I wish it would stray and be absorbed by the sky. Just this once, I don’t want to thrill of your thoughts, I don’t want to know who you loved.

I watch you rise out of yourself, easing gracefully towards me as I slowly back into a steel pole. Slowly, I look at my surroundings, realizing the distance the fight has taken us. Gasping, I wonder how I managed to land myself in the middle of an electric field.

“I’m sorry…I made a mistake,” I whisper as you sightlessly make your way toward my body, ready to tear a hole in my mind. My voice does nothing but perhaps edge you on; you seem to plunge forward in a sudden fury, like an avenging angel, and you go to my head.

Your energy knocks me over; I swallow your dying thoughts on my knees, eyes wide with shock and a constant pain building up in the back of my skull.

//He’s going to regret this.//

I already have.

You flash upwards and plummet back down through the lightning, building up its energy in this iron field. You hit me with the hardest force, sharing the worst of your life. I scream from the pain, from what you’ve lived. You break open a current that oozes bright blood down an Asian river, and the hordes attacking, they see with blunt-edged sickles digging deep right down to the core…. I watch it all through your eyes.

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.

Another blade of white-violet light hits me, snuffing out my breath. I drop to my side and cover my head, as if shielding my mind from what you’re raining down.

I count the burning witches, the soldiers hanging in front of me, all the arrows in a single man. I watch your executioner regard me with a smile that makes my temperature rise. And not a ghost of a chance to turn away from it all. No chance of closing my eyes for just a second. I wonder if you hear me from inside here, if you might give a thought to my plea; cast a spell over me, so that I can walk home still wanting to live. Can you hear me?

I feel all the years you loved, all the times when life was perfect. It passes by too quickly, but lasts within itself, like a summer with a thousand Julys. I swallow it while it’s here; try to hold on when it passes.

I feel the electricity surge below me, throb into me. I open my eyes and see the sky clouded over, dark and threatening to explode with rain. Still I say to myself, ‘Get a hold of yourself’, and bite back the urge to fall underneath your spell, to not be smothered by all you’re throwing at me.

But I feel my whole body being absorbed by electricity, feel like my veins are currents, and I find you spinning around in my brain. One last bolt of your darkest thoughts and I can’t even hear myself scream, can’t begin to count all the places where your wounds reopen onto me.

You go to my head. It spins endlessly; your whispered thoughts are like the kicker in a julep or two, echoing throughout. I can’t decipher what’s real or not; I’m living in a hundred worlds at once, trying to grasp something solid. Something that will offer just a little bit of balance, please, please don’t let me hear your name. I find the very mention of you sets me on fire. Your spirit builds me up higher, higher, until it can push me over the edge of this quickening.

I open my mouth and nothing comes out but hoarse cries. You rip through me and tear down everything inside, mixing my memories with yours. You meld them together, and I wonder if I’ll ever tell them apart again….

Soon enough, you pass over me. I will my muscles to move, but I feel they’re no longer part of me. I open my eyes, feeling scattered. The domineering power lines stand over me; I feel electricity ringing in my ears, pulsing in and around me.

I want to get up and shake you out of me, to wash your memories away, but I feel you, even in my veins, and you linger like a haunting refrain….

END


You Go To My Head
Haven Gillespie & Joe Fred Coots

You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne.
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two.
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea cast a spell over me.
Still I say to myself, 'get a hold of yourself --
Can't you see that it never can be?'
You go to my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.
Tho' I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance --
You go to my head.
Shad
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