Give Me Novocain
Author: PaulenaK ~ toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-15
Warning:
Really dark content involved.
Disclaimer:
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Lady used belongs to
herself.
Song choice and title name is from ‘Give Me Novocaine’
by ‘ Green
Day’.
Feedback: Is
always appreciated.
~Lyrics~
~Take away
the sensation inside~
~Bitter sweet
migraine in my head~
~It’s like a
throbbing toothache of the mind~
~I can’t take
this feeling anymore~
~Drain the
pressure from the swelling~
~This
sensation’s over whelming~
~Give me a
long kiss goodnight~
~And
everything will be alright~
~Tell me that
I won’t feel a thing~
~Give me novocaine~
~Out of body
and out of mind~
~Kiss the
demons out of my dreams~
~I get the
funny feeling and that’s alright~
~Jimmy says
it’s better then here~
~Drain the
pressure from the swelling~
~This
sensation’s over whelming~
~Give me a
long kiss goodnight~
~And
everything will be alright~
~Tell me that
I won’t feel a thing~
~Give me novocaine~
**
Give Me Novocaine
**
It sucks. It
really does.
It crushes
you. Crushes what you know. What you thought you knew.
Twists your
gut, fills your head with images of what was… leaving you
helpless, wretched and angry at the world.
Need release,
but nothing’s working.
Not the
bottle.
Not the
women.
Not even the
two combined.
Tried the
fist too, but picking fights had the same effect as the first two
mainly
because when I did all I got in retaliation was laughed at.
Maybe with the
help of my six barrel friend here – We’ll just call him
‘Jimmy’ –
Maybe with his help I’ll find an end to this madness.
What do you
think? Think I’ll finally find some peace?
Jimmy reckons
I will. He’s telling me to squeeze that trigger, squeeze it
really
hard till it pops.
After that he
says it’ll all be over. The pain, the hurt, the lies, the
betrayal… everything.
No, don’t
look at me and plead with those baby blues of yours. It’s far too
late
for that.
It’s far too
late for a lot of things.
We used to be
a couple. Now there’s a ‘You’ and a ‘Me’. Two separate
entities.
And it was
you who made it so the day you married the most hated man in the
WWE.
A lowly back
stage reporter like myself didn’t fit into your plans so you
disposed of me like a mother would a soiled nappy.
You gutted me
that day merely with a smile and a toss of your hair.
Now it’s time
to return the favour.
You scream at
the sight of Jimmy. Your eyes agape.
Tears now. It’s too late for those too.
Nothing's
going to save you. Not even daddy.
‘Don’t do it’
you say and even include my name the second time round ‘Josh
don’t
do it’.
Gee, Jimmy’s
right I can feel the madness starting to subside already.
My thumb
bends, Jimmy’s trigger is cocked. I extend my hand forward towards
you.
“It could
have been so different…” I hear myself say.
And then I
draw back my hand.
Press Jimmy’s
barrel to my forehead.
And release.