"Snowflakes in Hell"
Playing Patience Lyrics
by 'Blow Hole'
Lost in the dark, I stopped fighting it
This is my world, this is my home
Loss of air, wishing to forget
It breaks me down, crushing bone
There’s no breeze, there’s no sun
Just this need to escape
There’s no end to what I’ve begun
Too far gone, it’s too late
I’ll drag you down, hold your breath
With me, you’re going under
Escape my desired death
Save yourself from dangerous hunger.
Chorus:
Can you see the broken parts of me?
They breed in my dark place, then leave without a trace.
There’s a hole within my shadowed soul
It’s on your fingertips and dances on your lips.
In my depths, I already know, I should never feel your glow.
A selfish thing to tell, I want snowflakes in my hell.
I’ll scar your perfect skin
With black traces of my need
Engulf you fully with my sin
Make you wish that you were freed
Dreams become nightmares
Fueled by jealous rage
Rocked by my careless cares
Beg release from my black cage
Dig deep inside your center
Rot you from within
A game without a winner
No beginning gives no end
Chorus:
Can you see the broken parts of me?
They breed in my dark place, then leave without a trace.
There’s a hole within my shadowed soul
It’s on your fingertips and dances on your lips.
In my depths, I already know, I should never feel your glow.
A selfish thing to tell, I want snowflakes in my hell.
Playing Patience Lyrics
by 'Blow Hole'
Lost in the dark, I stopped fighting it
This is my world, this is my home
Loss of air, wishing to forget
It breaks me down, crushing bone
There’s no breeze, there’s no sun
Just this need to escape
There’s no end to what I’ve begun
Too far gone, it’s too late
I’ll drag you down, hold your breath
With me, you’re going under
Escape my desired death
Save yourself from dangerous hunger.
Chorus:
Can you see the broken parts of me?
They breed in my dark place, then leave without a trace.
There’s a hole within my shadowed soul
It’s on your fingertips and dances on your lips.
In my depths, I already know, I should never feel your glow.
A selfish thing to tell, I want snowflakes in my hell.
I’ll scar your perfect skin
With black traces of my need
Engulf you fully with my sin
Make you wish that you were freed
Dreams become nightmares
Fueled by jealous rage
Rocked by my careless cares
Beg release from my black cage
Dig deep inside your center
Rot you from within
A game without a winner
No beginning gives no end
Chorus:
Can you see the broken parts of me?
They breed in my dark place, then leave without a trace.
There’s a hole within my shadowed soul
It’s on your fingertips and dances on your lips.
In my depths, I already know, I should never feel your glow.
A selfish thing to tell, I want snowflakes in my hell.
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Playing Patience
by Tabatha Vargo
Giveaway ends June 01, 2013.
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Blurb
Sometimes all you need is Patience.
Life’s been hard for Zeke. Being a punching bag for his alcoholic father has turned him into stone. Not even the dodgy trailer park he lives in can scare him. Fighting is his release and sex, drugs, and his guitar bring him peace, but deep down Zeke isn’t quite as hard as he makes himself out to be. When he meets Patience, she finds all his broken pieces and puts him back together, but she’s a ray of light in his shadowed life and the last thing he wants to do is bring her into his dark world. Playing careless is easy, playing the bad guy can be fun, but playing Patience is impossible, especially when she can see right through him.
Zeke isn’t the only one who’s broken, and for the first time, in a long time, Patience feels alive. Her black and white world gets a shot of color when she meets Zeke. He’s unlike anyone she’s ever met with his tattoos, piercings, and blunt honesty. She wants nothing more than to let go and ride the wild side with him, but some wounds never heal and the broken pieces of Patience aren’t so easy to find.
***Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young adult readers.***
Excerpt
“Oooh,” his eyes got big like he was just realizing something. “I get it, you’re into chicks.”
Did I have the word lesbian written across my forehead or something today?
“No,” I said adamantly.
“No, that’s cool.” His smile was too big. “I don’t discriminate, trust me. I like chicks, too. You know what? We should like them together, like at the same time,” he leaned in and ran his thumb across his bottom lip before he softly tugged on his lip ring.
My eyes shot to his mouth and he smirked at the attention. I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t like chicks, and if I did I certainly wouldn’t share with you,” I flipped my card over and picked up the book.
“Okay, so you’re not a lesbian. Then what are you?”
Aggravated by his question, I sighed loudly and answered honestly.
“You want to know what I am? I’m shattered, that’s what I am. There are tiny pieces of Patience scattered all over.”
“I’d like a piece of Patience,” he reached across the table and ran a finger across my hand.
This time I did tense up, but for entirely different reasons. My heartbeat sped up like I was on the verge of a panic attack, but instead a rush of euphoria filled me.
“I don’t know if I can give you a piece,” I heard myself flirt back.
That earned me another sexy grin. Damn him for being so freaking hot.
“Why not?
“Because I don’t know where they are.” I frowned at those words.
What started out as innocent flirting, had just that quickly become a sad truth. I was a shattered girl and I had no idea where my pieces were or how to put myself back together if I did find them.
“I bet I could find your pieces,” he leaned in and bathed my cheek with heated breath.
I didn’t miss his hidden meaning, but I chose to ignore it. “Good luck. I’ve been trying to find them for years.”
I shrugged off my shiver and started to deal the cards again.
“Challenge accepted,” he said, as he leaned back in his chair and took a swig from his beer.
Did I have the word lesbian written across my forehead or something today?
“No,” I said adamantly.
“No, that’s cool.” His smile was too big. “I don’t discriminate, trust me. I like chicks, too. You know what? We should like them together, like at the same time,” he leaned in and ran his thumb across his bottom lip before he softly tugged on his lip ring.
My eyes shot to his mouth and he smirked at the attention. I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t like chicks, and if I did I certainly wouldn’t share with you,” I flipped my card over and picked up the book.
“Okay, so you’re not a lesbian. Then what are you?”
Aggravated by his question, I sighed loudly and answered honestly.
“You want to know what I am? I’m shattered, that’s what I am. There are tiny pieces of Patience scattered all over.”
“I’d like a piece of Patience,” he reached across the table and ran a finger across my hand.
This time I did tense up, but for entirely different reasons. My heartbeat sped up like I was on the verge of a panic attack, but instead a rush of euphoria filled me.
“I don’t know if I can give you a piece,” I heard myself flirt back.
That earned me another sexy grin. Damn him for being so freaking hot.
“Why not?
“Because I don’t know where they are.” I frowned at those words.
What started out as innocent flirting, had just that quickly become a sad truth. I was a shattered girl and I had no idea where my pieces were or how to put myself back together if I did find them.
“I bet I could find your pieces,” he leaned in and bathed my cheek with heated breath.
I didn’t miss his hidden meaning, but I chose to ignore it. “Good luck. I’ve been trying to find them for years.”
I shrugged off my shiver and started to deal the cards again.
“Challenge accepted,” he said, as he leaned back in his chair and took a swig from his beer.
Review
I have just finished the most amazing heart stopping, gut wrenching emotional book I have read in a long time. It was full of so much that I do not know how to describe what is going through my head right now, much less my heart. My heart kept breaking and healing, breaking and healing again and again... I devoured the book from start to finish in less than 24 hours, I enjoyed it that much.
I felt such a connection with Patience, and Zeke for that matter, that it was hard to control tearing up at times. Don't get me wrong there were some amazing moments and scenes that would blow my mind and make me so giddy I could not help but smile or laugh out loud. Other times when I wanted to scream along with the characters, or shake with fear not knowing what was coming next.
The author has such a way with words and knowing that she had to be connected to both Patience and Zeke on such a personal level to write from both perspectives is just amazing. I would think she had some sort of personality disorder to be able to complete this amazing book, but I know better. There were times when I felt the author poured her heart and soul into the characters, describing their thoughts and feelings, emotional none the less.
Even as Zeke and Patience bond grew throughout the book I could feel them both as if they wore their hearts on their sleeve. Putting up a front like you just don't care is hard for anyone. Being able to go from thoughts and feelings so deep and caring straight into a quote or remark from a character that says "I've built these walls to protect myself and my heart" takes amazing writing skills to achieve.
Will someone please wrap Zeke up for me in nothing but his guitar boxers?!?! Oh and don't forget the huge bow! Everyone knows who my all time fictional crush is, and if not you should. I do believe Zeke has just topped my fictional crush, JZB. "I'm definitely a freak for Zeke!"
I must get me one of these Playing Patience I'm a freak for Zeke! T-Shirts!
Tabatha's been writing since she could pick up a pencil. Her first publication was a little poem in her elementary school paper, from that point on she was hooked. When she was a teenager, she traded in her girly magazines for personalized writing notebooks.
At nineteen, she met her own personal prince charming and writing took a back burner for a while. She's now married to that prince and the mother of a beautiful seven-year-old princess/rock star. Once her daughter was born, writing came back into her life, and she finished her very first novel, Wicked Fate, in May of 2009.
She's now pursuing her English degree and she hopes to one day teach while continuing to write.
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