First night of your life - curled up on your own

OK. As we were traveling through Scotland for untold HOURS on the bus, 'Wires' by Athlete came on my CD player so, loving the song, I lent back and listened - pausing from drawing Final Waltz stuff. I listened quietly, completely absorbed in the song, when all these images flashed in my head where the video usually plays.

And all the images were Harry Potter. I suppose that has to do with seeing the movie and Elizabeth reading the book on the journey but...the images were amazingly intense. So, I wrote the lyrics out and began to recall the images that flashed. Also, I began to draw the first...6 or so images. Unfortunately, some of the images were lost and THAT'S WHERE I NEED YOU LOT! XDDDD

OK, here are the lyrics for 'Wires' (and anyone who wants the song, just poke me for it) and I've put the lines in bold that I need inspiration for. However, if anything comes to you in association with a particular line, please let me know!

OK! And GO!

You got wires....going in
You got wires...coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears...that are scared of the facts

Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you....
Got to see this through
I see hope is here...
In a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights...
Reflect in your eyes

You got wires...going in
You got wires...coming out of your skin
There's dry blood...on your wrist
Your dry blood...on my fingertip

Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you...
Got to see this through
First night of your life,
Curled up on your own
Looking at you now
You would never know...

I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright

I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright

Alright....

Running...down corridors,
Through automatic doors...
Got to get to you,
Got to see this through...
I see hope is here,
In a plastic box...
I've seen christmas lights,
Reflect in your eyes.

Down corridors,
Through automatic doors,
Got to get to you, (this is a random possibility - I have an image but I'm unsure)
Got to see this through,
First night of your life,
Curled up on your own,
Looking at you now, (again, unsure of the image - or rather who to include)
You would never know


*sighs* OMG such mad love for that song.

[Edit] Seriously, people that I am engaged to and people that I love...Where the fuck have you all gone?!?! It's like a graveyard on LJ

( Tom Riddle Plays With Harry )

A Study of Physicality

The winter months chill
my fingers until they are no
longer my fingers but
long strands of ice.

Yet I have blood yet
and my touch upon you
would be warm and
filled with passion, if not heat.

I am shaped like no nymph,
for nymphs are lithe and fae
and
I am not.

I have curves and
ripples that do not always
grace me in photographs
but they are mine

(even if secretly I sometimes wish they were not)

My wrists can ache
for they were once broken
and weather can, on occasion,
wound me.

Generous poets and friends would
name my hair a river of curls
- golden as a child, now
a myriad - copper, magenta, white, blue, blonde

And today I can cope with my hair
but tomorrow I may not, and will instead
bind it in twists and numerous plaits
to my satisfaction.

I speak not of my face -
we quarrel often and to no avail.
Sometimes we are content with each other
and sometimes not

My top lip vanishes when I smile fully
and I feel conscious of this -
my eyebrows do not match my hair!
but my eyes are large and long-lashed

and even if the colour is not
striking or fair or easy to tell,
I am still content
for they, and all above, are mine

And that is what comprises me.