Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Baby, It’s Dark Inside
Challenge accepted and completed. If I had to write a song for the book Dark Inside by Jeyn Roberts or basically any dark-ish book, this would be it. Now someone actually do it. Srsly. Then post it on YT so I can enjoy the creepiness of it.
I really can’t stay (Baby, it’s dark inside)
I’ve got to go ‘way (Baby, it’s dark inside)
This evening has been (I’m hopin’ that you can win)
Unexpectedly nice (I’ll leave you fast, my heart is like ice)
My mother will start to worry (You’ll die soon if you don’t hurry)
Father won’t wait at the door (Can’t you see evil at the shore?)
So really, I’d better scurry (Don’t wait for me, please hurry)
Well, maybe just half a minute more (This really is becoming quite the chore)
My neighbours are dead (Baby, it’s bad out there)
Surrounded by red (No one to help you out there)
I wish I knew how (My eyes hold darkness now)
To stop this hell (Get away, there’s dark in this shell)
I oughta say no, no, no sir (Mind if I stop you from moving closer?)
At least I’m gonna say that I tried (You really need to run and hide)
You really can’t stay (But baby, I’mma hold out)
Oh, ‘cause it’s dark inside.
I simply must go (‘Cause it’s dark inside)
But our love did grow (Baby, it’s dark inside)
Our time now has been (This dark will cause me to sin)
So nice and warm (Look into my eyes, at that storm)
You’re starting to act suspicious (Your soul looks delicious)
Don’t know why I didn’t see it before (Now don’t go believing the lore)
But I’ve heard your kind is vicious (Words of the superstitious)
Maybe I’ll stay a minute more (Never heard such nonsense before)
Let’s make a new home (Baby, I’ll freeze you out there)
How ‘bout we just roam? (Might leave you on your knees out there)
But this has been grand (I can kill you with this hand)
Oh, but don’t you see (How can you do this thing to me)
There’s bound to be a tomorrow (Maybe one with too much sorrow)
We don’t have to always fight and hide (I won’t forgive myself if you died)
You can’t keep away (Get over my hold out)
Oh, but you’ve got light inside.

Excelsior, fellow book lovers!
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