Show me your skills in Acton

OK I want you to tell me by writing a poem or story that is inspired by this song. I would love to see what you write. I will read them and should I make a contest like this or a group of them?

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

'Cause I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I never
I never
I never
I never
By the Killers

Author's Note

I do not claim any rights to this song. It just my favorite song!

Reviews

[ranscan]

An interesting venture. However you did not put in post in the description if and/or where you wished to read works created. Since this is your favorite song I hope you will like:

The Murder of Love

Curried from the lines of a Killers song's pages,
this turning of phrases about the war that rages,
in the earnest desire of the jealous mind,
burning with thoughts untrue and unkind,

Music may have charms to sooth the savage beast,
yet this records the story of a demon unleashed,
beguiling with lies born of doubt's coals,
burrowing into the mind and the soul;

Tainting the sweet kiss of innocent hope,
turning the tender lover into misanthrope,
remaking the gift of intertwined trust,
in to the face of rage's anger and lust:

Rejecting the evil is made more difficult still,
sick with worries dark and sapped of will,
for the tormentor is the face in the mirror,
created in consequence of one's own fear.

[ranscan]

I forgot to add this would make an interesting contest, if of course you wished to make it one.

[Lord of mad men]

Wow wonderful I thought of that but I have three open and I was thinking I may not be able to handle another one. And thank you very much.