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Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, ohne dich
Weh mir oh weh, und die Vögel singen nicht mehr...
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Created on 2012-11-23 01:23:00 (#1826394), last updated 2012-11-23 (663 weeks ago)
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Name: | Serenity Dawson |
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Birthdate: | Jul 15 |
Location: | London, United Kingdom |
Website: | Darker London RPG |
Yes I am 'that one girl'. Yes you do know me. Yes we have met before. I know you don't remember. I am incidental. Miasmas. Evanescent. And we will meet again.
Singer
Keyboardist
Woman
Pain in the arse
Daughter
Sister
Friend
Lover
Artist
Cat person
Poet
Coffee drinker
Arachnophile
Determined
Strong
Alive
They've been circling, they've been circling
Since the day they were born
It's disturbing
How they're circling 50 feet from the pond
Not so often, not so often
I don't wanna be told
It's a problem, it's a problem
It's a problem I know
And I won't keep what I can't catch
And my two hands without a net
It's hard enough to walk on grass
Subconscious of the consequences
They've been jerking, they've been jerking
In their bowl on the dock
I know the oxygen might hit less
And I know am not gonna talk
Feed them details
Feed them emails
They'll eventually grow
It's not working, it's not working
Not as long as I know
And killing things is not so hard
It's hurting that's the harder part
And when the wizard gets to me
I'm asking for a smaller heart
And I got you, and I got you
Now I'll ruin it all
Feeling helpless, acting selfish
Being human at all
And they're jumping, and they're jumping
But they'll never get out
Just keep touring, keep ignoring
Be a good little trout
And the butcher stops and grinds his watch
And lays his wives down on the block
He raises up his hatched and
The big hand strikes the compromise
Wait I'll trade you, wait
And please just one more day
And then we'll go and
No complaining
No complaining
No complaining
Stop complaining
And they're killing, and they're killing
And I think that I know
And they're getting, and they're getting
And I think I know
And it's beating and still beating
And I think that I know
And it's bleeding
Look it's still beating
God I don't want to know
And killing things is not so hard
it's hurting that's the harder part
And when the wizard gets to me
I'm asking for a smaller heart
And if he tells me no
I'll hold my breath and turn my head before
Eventually I know I'm doomed
To get what I'm asking for
And now my heart is exactly the size
Of a 6 sided die cut in half
Made of ruby red stained glass
If I knock you unconscious
As longs as I promise
I'll love you and I'll make you laugh
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