Dancing Into Tomorrow//Dancetale

21.Migraine

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone-one-one-onne

All alone, broken in the kitchen, crying out for anyone. Yet no one came. No one will come. I know this now, shaking knees I stood blankly staring to the block on the counter beside the stove.

I-I-I I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
Thank God it's Friday cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
'Cause Sundays are my suicide days

Useless. Pointless. Opposite of a knife. Opposite of a blade. Useful. Painful. A terrible thing, never should one touch you wrong, but the thought is so tempting, they lay there so revealing.

I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the ledges by my bed

Weakly, bleakly, and a whole new meaning.

I am the weak one, not knowing how to help myself.

Bleak, I fake myself out.

All the while the old knife having new meaning.

Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Having no skin yet still bleeding.

Having no eyes yet still seeing.

Not being human yet still feeling.

Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless test
Being tested by a ruthless examiner

The knife tight in my hand, blood pools around. Harmed so much by this world. It brought joy, now it brings pain.

Find her.

That's represented best by my depressssssssing thoughts

Find her.  Kill her...

I do not have writer's block my writer just hates the clock

Hands wrap around my neck, that aren't my own. Black shadows, swirling and empty, yet a wiiide smile is spread across, two red dots pierce through, eyes are the window to the soul they say.

It will not let me sleep I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

"Go find her, let's see who kills who first~" the haunting voice now teased.  Chara was it. Clung to the kid, kept her busy, never lost her attention, made her end them all. Whispering evil words taughting, and wonderful. All too appealing. "Find her before she finds you~"

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know, we've made it this far, kid

The hallway again. So golden, too golden, makes the color sickening. Burning into my eyes, blood already pooling onto the clean ground, my fault this time, but it still felt so bittersweet.

Yeah yeah yeah

She passed through already, I know this. I'm fighting back slowly.

I am not as fine as I seem!
Pardon, me for yelling and telling you green gardens
Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me

I'm a goner, she's gonna kill me here, or I'll just kill myself, ending this old dream.

A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees
Freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait
Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead

Perhaps that's just better, place it to your neck, never come back. You won't die, no matter how badly you want to.

And how it is a door that hold's back contents
That makes Pandora's box contents look non-violent

But I'm too weak. It falls. It clatters. The shadow disappears. My tears return. My fear returns. All the feelings from before.

Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
My mind ship-wrecked this is the only land my mind could find
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin

Stagger forward. Force yourself ahead. Don't look back. You can't die yet, not today. You have to find them. Set them free. Fix it all. Right?

And I know that I can fight, or I can let the lion win
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find

Maybe this world should just be left behind. You should wake up. Leave it be. If it was meant to be, they'll fix themselves. But, the real question

'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

Can you fix yourself?

And I will say that we should take a day to break away
From all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone

Either world you suffer, which ever you choose its all still a hell. This one gave you someone to love. A sense of happiness before it was all snatched from your hands. All gone, leaving but a trail of dust to be blown away in the wind.

And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
And keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone

But why not join that dust?

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know, we've made it this far, kid

Just shut up Sans.

Made it this far

Get up.

Made it this fa-

And go find Frisk.

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Song: Migraine: Twenty One Pilots