Accept MeYou see, I have this chain around my neckYou've had it tight on me for some time nowAnd today I think my circulation is completely cut offIt's so bad, the air I breathe isn't even mine nowI've heard that it's good to keep things under controlBut I also heard that no one likes control freaksLook what you've done to me in your attempts to save meMy muscles could easily hit hard, but my heart is weakI look at the colors you chose, and none of them fitAnd you've dressed me up like a stranger that I hateYou keep going on about how I used to beWhen I'm trying to focus on the future before it's too lateWhat does freedom mean?
The Short EndQuit soaking my blood with your black ink stareAll my feelings do is burn while you're standing thereI'll kick that smirk out the doorIf your way of treating me is nothing moreLook, your view of life will never make you smileWith all those sad loon wails to mourn your trialsYour grin is only made of bonesNo mirth, no joy, or lighter tonesIf saving your eyes meant losing my sightI'm not so sure I'll try setting you right.
Atara's NightmareShe was walking through a hall that was very simple and plain, the floor, walls, and ceiling made of wood, small sconces lit with drooping, mostly melted candles. She smelled something that must have been old, maybe even dead, and she looked for a room it must have been coming from. Then she realized, there were no doors lined along the corridor, only the sconces that held the melting candles, which she noticed, were red. A whisper seemed to tap her shoulder, and say, "Atara, we love you," and it echoed through the hallway. The voice repeated the same words, and this time Atara could tell that it was a woman's voice speaking. All the candles
You know who else is pretty?
not this person:
BECAUSE....
She's beautiful.