i'm a bad person blah blah blah i forget blah blah blah i'm busy blah blah blah. you've heard it. i'm a flake and with a demanding cuddling schedule to adhere to with mrffh, well, i can't be held responsible for what doesn't get done.
anyways, my love affair with frightened rabbit will never go away, despite mrffh and his wubwubwub noises. i hates them, i do.
god i need a life outside of batman arkham origins and school. ridic.
-- xoxoffh
' far from the electric floor, removed from the red meat market, i look for a fire door; an escape from the drums and barking. bereft of all social charms, struck dumb by the hand of fear i fall into the corner's arms the same way that i've done for years.
i'm trapped in a collapsing building.
come find me now where i hide and we'll speak in our secret tongues.
so will you come back to my corner? spent too long alone tonight. would you come and brighten my corner? a lit torch to the woodpile (aye).
dead wood waits to ignite, there's no spark on a dampened floor. a snapped limb in an unlit pyre-- won't you come and break down this door?
i'm trapped in an abandoned building.
come find me now where i hide out, we'll speak in our secret tongues.
so will you come back to my corner, spent too long alone tonight. would you come and brighten my corner? a lit torch to the woodpile (aye).
come find me now, where i hide and, we'll speak in our secret tongues...'
lyrical fitness
A long-time music lover who likes to share her genre-and-era-jumping playlists with the internet at large, even though only she reads them in the end.