Glass CoffinDo you ever wonder why so many died trying to rescue Brier Rose? It is because those foolish men were preyed on by pride. They wanted to be the heroes and them alone. It seems envy is not just contained to love.
But Till did not seek the fair haired beauty Brier Rose, for she had been awoken long ago. It was her lady in waiting he sought. It has been told that upon receiving true love's kiss Brier Rose and the rest of the castle awoke. All but her lady in waiting, who slumbered peacefully, sprawled across the hearth where she had been warming herself when Brier Rose's spell had been set into motion.
At first Brier Rose had thought it might be that the spell took sometime to wear off but as the days turned to weeks it was clear this was not so. She wept bitterly for her dear friend who lived but only in sleep. Young ladies tried to poison her with suggestions of killing Kimby, that shouldn't she let Kimby rest in peace? But she could not, her heart would not let her consider killing Kim
On the la la la la la corner of 4thI struggle to articulate myself
I want to scream and break my pen
Let the ink bleed
In reparation for my heart that knows what it feels
But what the brain cannot form into words
The translation is lost between the two
And my bumbling fingers
Write down only what they are told
They are faithful servants,
Torn between their two tyrannical masters
Heart and Mind
They scribble garbled words and phrases
Fretting and unhappy when neither is pleased
The poor things know its not their fault
But it does not sooth them
They are tools
Unable to understand
That is is their masters at conflict
That guides them in their clumsy movements
Warring between what the brain says is logical and safe
And what the heart aches to express
But past experience foretells
A mixture of recklessness wrapped in cautious vulnerability
Because despite the worry wart mind
The heart will do what the heart wants
Hold My Hand 4
The wedding took place in a wide cobbled lane strewn beautifully with the fierce red, and orange as pumpkins leaves. In between the colorfully garbed trees were pine trees that suffused the air with its smell of sap.
Frank's family and Till's mother sat in two aisles, and it was Rue, Frank's grandmother, who walked Till down the aisle. The older man's family could not make it and so the wedding was being filmed by Frank's uncle and cousin.
Rue was a tiny woman with a heavy steel gray braid that wound down her back. But her small frame belied the vitality that still glittered in her faded blue eyes. Till felt like a giant compared to the little lady who came only to his elbow, truly close to being a dwarf. It was fortunate his long strides made his walk down the aisle short.
Next came Risch and Gerard, and he chuckled at seeing Gerard. The young singer's dress is from their music video Helena. He walks down the aisle with his hand on the crook of Risch's elbow. Gerard's ebony tresses ar
Hold My Hand 3Neither band was completely at ease with Till and Frank, but quickly fell back to teasing them.
One night, a month into the tour, Richard pulled Frank aside from where he had been comparing guitars with Paul while playfully ranting that even next to the shortest member of Rammstein he was still petite.
"Iero do you mind if we switch tonight? I'll take your room and you take mine." Richard half asked, half stated adjusting his crimson armbands that covered from his wrists to the middle of his arms.
"Got your eye on someone?" Iero razzed. Richard gave a half smile, chuckling as he shook his head. The man's blue eyes, that contrasted prettily with his deep brown hair, flickered to something above and behind Frank. "Didn't peg you as wanting bondage," Risch shrugged "Everybody's got their kink though." Risch smirked, pretty ice blue eyes flickering over Frank's shoulder again. Frank gave a puzzled look as he half turned to see who was behind him. The blood rushed to his face at Till's amus
Hold My Hand 2The next morning Frank was up at eight. He showered, ate breakfast, dressed and was ready to go at eight forty. The nervousness that got his heart quickening, made his stomach twist and armpits start to sweat when he knocked on Rammstein's bus door. Good thing he had remembered to slather on antiperspirant deodorant.
A minute passed before Till opened the door, a small smile gracing his features at seeing the books Frank held. The big man was wearing sweats and a loose black shirt. Frank himself wore his favorite ripped at the knees black jeans and a vermillion t-shirt. Dress to impress, The rhythm guitarist thought to himself mockingly. He followed the man up the steps and into a living room that was laid out exactly like the other band's bus. The only difference was the things in it and the five other men puttering about.
The shower was running, and two of the six bunk curtains were closed so there was three. Flake was making something and Olli was reading what looked to be a
Hold My HandPerhaps if they had known the psychological damage Werner, Till's father, had done to Till, his bandmates would not have been surprised at Till taking such a younger lover.
The young man was twenty six years old.
He was in his prime, coursing with energy and laughter. Frank Iero was his name and he could not have been more different from Till Lindemann. Till was quiet, cautious, and well planned whereas Frank was laughing, impulsive and on the fly.
It may have been because of the two cultures the two were raised in. Till came from square head Germany where "better safe than sorry." was drilled into people at birth. Frank on the other hand came from loudmouth America where being an individual was the most important thing.
If cultures didn't separate them, along with an ocean, physical features also rendered them an unlikely couple. Till was a tall, brawny man with a swimmer's body. He had a strong jaw, thick eyebrows, lips that ran on the thin side, and calm, sleepy sea glass green eyes