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Originally Posted by Draconian~Nymph
*looks at the darkness and hugs*
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Love the darkness. LOVE IT!
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Originally Posted by Draconian~Nymph
Those are freaking amazing, girl! "Personal lithium"....is that an Ev reference? It's all emotionally charged, which = life.
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Thanks! Haha, wasn't meant to be an Ev reference because I've always loved the word "lithium" and it fit with what I was trying to say.
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Originally Posted by Draconian~Nymph
You sing these, and I will die happy then and there. 
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*holds off sending you an audio file so that Draconian doesn't die*
Last night I was up at 1 am (again) watching Kill Bill vol. 2 and listening to The Dresden Dolls when this song suddenly popped into my head. I, literally, bolted to the computer and wrote the following song. I'm battling with a few ideas for the title so for now I'll leave the title blank.
Warning: not for the eyes of small children. Not for language but for the theme and overall mood.
This is the story of Jack and Jill
Two siblings lived beside a hill
Their mother always dressed in red
Waited for father beside the bed
As darkness of the tale unfolds
Father’s presence caused havoc at home
Screams carried Jack and Jill to sleep
Where they dreamt of red and how to bleed
Jack and Jill went up a hill
Dispose of father in a pail
When only Jack came back down
He claimed in her sorrow Jill had drowned
And mother would never know
Years go by, the screams go still
Now father turns his eye to Jill
Her teenage years descend
And father gives her the mother’s red dress
Mother grabs Jack and holds him tight
Hides in a closet as she cries
Jill tries to gasp as unwillingly
Forced she drinks from father’s spring
Jack watches through cracks in the door
Mesmerized by father’s lore
Jack and Jill went up a hill
Dispose of father in a pail
When only Jack came back down
He claimed in her sorrow Jill had drowned
And mother would never know
The boy and girl grow older still
Mother leaves to work at the mill
Father’s hands caress the dress
He whispers “dear, let’s go again”
Jill’s eyes fill with tears
Jack thrown back when he tried to interfere
Jack, in rage, becomes a man
As only one in his position can
In a flash of metal and a scream of pain
He frees his sister from his father’s game
Jack and Jill went up a hill
Dispose of father in a pail
When only Jack came back down
He claimed in her guilt Jill had drowned
Her dress lies torn upon the ground
What had happened on the hill?
We would never know
Yes, we would never know Jack