more song drabbles

1. Hairless Heart - Genesis
You're sleeping in my bed again. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, you know. Just to say I'd done it or something. But you keep coming back. Again and again and again I find you sleeping next to me, and for some stupid reason I keep letting you. I can't sleep, so I watch you, looking you over, your scrawny chest rising up and down calmly, not a fucking care in the world. God, you're so small. So delicate. I shouldn't have to fucking put up with this. You bastard. Where do you get off making me feel like this. I had everything figured out before you came along. Fuck you for making me happy.

2. Rainbow Connection - Sarah Mclachlen
The pain can get unbearable sometimes. When your skin is coated with ashes and dust, your mind full of insecurities, hatefulness. Sometimes the only escape from the pain is to look up. Away from suffering, away from the misery that surrounds you, lives inside you. Into varying shades of blue, sometimes clear and pure and other times glittering with stars. It awakens a spark in you, something deep in your core that bursts through the fog. There has to be something out there. The world is a big place. Why stop? The sky seems to go on forever,  reminding you that if you give up now, there are friends you will never meet, love you will never find. It's the ray of light that keeps you going.

3. Hate This Place -  Goo Goo Dolls
My eyes are closed and I'm pretending to sleep. His arms feel so nice around me, holding me close. He's so warm... but I've felt this before with others. Some part of me feels secure right now, but others are clinging to the heat of his body for dear life. I've already pushed it. How can I know this will last? This fluttering in my chest isn't trust, but it desperately wants to be. It can't promise me that he's not just using me for some thrill, some little experiment that he'll throw away later. It can't promise me that he'll still be there when I wake up. I know I can't make him do anything, that would be wrong of me. But once, just once, I'd like it to be real.

4. Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd
A doll lays limply on the floor, thrown haphazardly into the corner after another night of rough play. He doesn't seem to mind. It was a few moments of feeling, at least. This isn't quite the loving care he had once expected, but he can accept it. He sits himself up, huddling in his corner, staring up at the emptiness of the room. Alone again. It's alright, even as the coldness already starts to creep in, surrounding him. He can patch up the wounds. His long, delicate fingers tug the needle stored away somewhere, slowly stitching up the holes and tears. If no one will bother to fix him up, he'll just have to do it for himself, won't he? Little by little, porcelain white skin becomes crossed with black stitches. Some of the older ones have unfortunately taken on a sort of discolourization in the surrounding skin. Probably mould. It's alright. It's the sign of a life well-lived, right? No one will mind. He certainly stopped minding a long time ago. All there is to do is wait for the next to come and play.

5. Good Riddance (Time of your Life)  - Green Day
It'd been years since they'd last seen each other. In that time, their fresh young faces had become worn, the youthful spark that once glowed from mischief was gone, replaced with dark circles that were the remnants of all the horrors that had been put in front of them and the sleepless nights those brought. It wasn't that they weren't still young, but it was hard to tell. They'd been forced to grow up quickly, still reeling from the whiplash. But they'd reminded each other of something. If they could survive, be able to see each other again, be able to touch some remnant of a time before their lives had been drenched in pain and blood, maybe there was some hope that they could recapture some of that energy. Maybe the world wasn't dead quite yet. After all, they were still here to see it.