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Horse Girl With No Name Part 2The cutlery clanged against the plates and bowls as the family and Daza peacefully ate.
"So, when do you plan on leaving to the Faire, Daza?" my father asked.
"We'll be here one more day and the group leaves in the morning." Daza answered.
"That soon?" Father turned to me. "Then I believe the riding is coming along well?"
"Very well, Da." I said. He was so talented at conversing with me without calling me by my name. I was glad of that. "Even Abur believes I'll do great." I had to keep from glaring at Daza. Sneaking a glance, I noticed that he looked perturbed, also.
"Wonderful!" he cried. Aburyfmi blushed at my father's joy of having th
Horse Girl With No Name Part 1I glanced over my shoulder as I mounted my horse. Daza was cleaning the stalls on the far end of the stables, whistling the same nonsense song my brother had sung early this morning. Suppressing a snort, I ran through the obstacle course again, trying hard to focus. I needed to really improve before the race next week.
Oh, it was beautiful to watch. Every movement was so graceful, he couldn't take his eyes away from the girl on the stallion. Funny, her brother had never told him her name; really no one called her by any name. But maybe there wasn't a name to describe the wonderfully indescribable. With a head filled with the yellow of the su
Twisted ScreamYou caught my heart with a grappling hook
Stirred it around for a while
But you pulled me along when you yanked me back
And it's out of control again
I don't know what triggered it
I thought I had figured it out
I'm usually done with the game
After a few months of losing
But I'm stuck in a maze
And I always find dead ends
Stepped in a wormhole and shot through the stars
Chasing a hound and running over myself
The pavement slipped and hit me in the face
But would you take my handno
People leave me alone
Because they're afraid to touch a scarring face
Don't try to twist the shaft of an arrow
It only harms you, pains you m
Over The CliffFall to the second,
Die in the heat of it,
Resurrect yourself among flies and beetles,
Feel the comfort.
Now is no time
To whine in your sleep.
They'll fill your meat with grim and grease
If they have to.
Keep pretending you know what you're doing.
Walk into the rhythm, swarming and thick.
Don't even check twice
To see what your brain can handle.
Don't you know that confidence is adrenaline?
Anything sinister must not be a worry
If a bolt writhes in your blood.
Surprised to agree with my words?
Sounds suspicious, but I seem alright to you.
It's only sarcasm and irony.
Rising to the sand pit
Cream yourself with fake wit
Inspired by Repo, The Genetic Opera. No titleAt the back of the ratpack
The biggest one is singing flat
Has he gone insane?
Is there tissue in his brain?
Did his eyes dilate?
Does he seem to have lost weight?
"Why no!" said the master
Who once had been a pastor
Poisoned, turning vile
As he peered along the isle
No one heard a note in his fierce tirade
A punishment from God that he was meagerly paid
Now he took it every night
'Neath a sick lamplight
Not even pride can save him
And he's got himself to blame him
Back to the ratpack
Their tune sounds like a rack
A racket to a tennis ball?
Right before curtain call!
Curtain call? Oh no! Not on the stage!
Yes! On the stag
Ball of ClayWhen I rolled in, this ball of clay
You picked me up and chiseled away
Into pieces perfectly clean in two
Two pieces of me because of you
I was already broken on the inside
With too much hurt to overcome
Then you came and opened my shell
And showed your masterpiece to everyone
You showed them the beauty of pain
Shape me into your world
And chip away mine
Burn me until I'm hard
Too hard to cry
Cut me apart, and display my heart
Once you've broken it in
I'm as soft as a ball of clay
Easily manipulated and unstable
Made it easy for you to work with me
Forming me into your vanity
You froze and shined every tear
Returning my fr
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