MR. SELF DESTRUCT (2022) | Felix Clayton

MR. SELF DESTRUCT (2022) | Felix Clayton

freddy newandyke <3

researchers at MIT have proven their hypothesis that "eyeballin' it" is the most accurate form of measurement

that night in the storm,

perhaps your panicked breaths

soothed me

as did the rain pelting tin -

or perhaps you hid,

as much behind the drumming roof

as behind the fear stuffed in your mouth

alongside your fist.

for whatever reason, i did not wake

and you told me in the morning,

while sunlight shining stopped shadows

in my voice from whispering

“how i wished you’d woken me

so i could have held you”.

and is that how the fireworks

drowned out the anticipation

thundering in my heart?

i was so sure,

as you leant against my chest

and watched the coloured sky,

that you would hear my longing

seeping through my skin

to join the spectacle

someone sleeps on the floor;

the moment passes;

a nightmare suffered alone;

the lift door closes

(i let you go every single time)

no, it does not happen like the movies

color studies from the thing (1982)

frank writing UNKILLABLE on the drums when playing in the city he almost died in. gerard performing cancer for a lost friend. ending with famous last words. finally getting to see this band with my little brother, 7 years after first hearing them. man.