"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)..."
Nobody...loves no one.
- Wicked Game, Chris Isaak
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I have always. ALWAYS wanted to make a rendition kinda thing of this song to ARI. And..this seems just like the perfect situation to play it on. This song gives you creeps and chills of a certain level, that you can feel only by listening to it. His voice actually breaks your heart. The name itself "Wicked Game" tells a LOT!
Love seemed like a game for him. A wicked game. It was a wicked game. It still is.
His life was always a game. He was played and made to play on other's tunes. Hell his own existence even reeked of games and ploys..
He grew up as a puppet, to his master. A master who has molded him the way he want him to. He was there in front of all the people. A man. A puppet. A puppet-man..?! He lived in a plastic world. Plastic love was all he could get too. Plastic relations. Plastic emotions, feelings. Unattached, always.
He went into the world with those plastic things etched in him. He had only plastic to offer. What he got, he could give only that. Nothing more, nothing less. He created his own plastic world. Plastic at its best! :)
He enjoyed his world. No strings attached. Enjoyed being unattached. Enjoyed being not close to anyone. He made his own plastic world, his own. He revelled in that world he has created. He owned.
A flame was burning at the end of that world. His world seem to melt at the warmth it produced. He couldn't bear the torture. He tried to fight it. He tried to deny it. He tried to push it.
He tried to reach it, only to get burnt. He tried to hold it, only to get melted. He couldn't even grasp it, he couldn't even let it go. It challenged him, how could he leave it? He lost the power, he lost himself. He lost himself in it..in her. The flame, that burning flame, which melted him..
His plastic world seem to melt. His unattached feelings seem to grow. He felt emotions. As felt burning in her fire. He felt a new world embracing him. A new found mold, he was getting molded into..he started to feel, he started to burn..he became a moth.
A moth, burning in his flame. Her flame. This new world was all about his flame. It revolved around her, started with her, ended with her. The flame was his existence. It was his soul, mind and heart. It burned him, and he kept burning, until..
The flame..it..burnt out. It..it just burnt out. And all he was left with was the smoke. Its last remenants. The last pieces, the last pieces he tried to collect, he tried to catch, but it was in vain..for they blew..away in the wind.
All he was left with the fire inside him. That flame ignited in him. Lit him. All he was left with..her. Only her.
He cried. He yelled. He screamed. He cursed. He blamed. Himself. He tried to tear her away form him. His own self. His every part of body. But he couldn't. It was the fire in him, he couldn't blow away, instead to burn in it..further.
He thought was it an..illusion? Was it just a..facade? Was it just a dream? Was it just a ploy? Was it just a beautiful lie? Was burning with her too much? Was it never meant for him? Was it never there?
The flame...at the end of my world. Was it never there? Was it just an illusion..??
He blamed it. He cursed it. He asked it. Why? Why did it show the light to him? Why did it burn him? Why did it melt him? Why was it in me all the time..if it was to go..? WHY?!
He still burns in her. Like he always did. He still burns in her, like he would always do. He still burns in her..for he was to burn in her.
She still burns in her with him. She never left him. She is the same fire which burnt him and would burn him forever. He would burn in her forever.
The light will lit him, and guide him further, in search of her, in long for her, in a quest for her, denying he is burning, Denying he still burns.
He would burn in her, she would burn in him.
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