#status play

[royaldeceit-blog]

Persistently the guilt of my conscience whispered; "I should have killed you after our first kiss." For the longest time, following you, I've been chasing fictitious silhouettes, always leading me somewhere, always leading me to someone new. Anyone that looked like you, smelt like you... They did not deserve to live. You lost so many years because of me. I crushed your freedom with these guilty hands. And my rage has been insatiable ever since.

[royaldeceit-blog]

Who are you, if not a toy, if not a thing? A bird she calls you, yet you don't want to sing -- but that what you're told to and shown to and know to ~ A good little bird doing tricks, getting treats ~ You don't even notice your feathers retreat And where will you fly to without them? What good is a bird without wings? Who are you, if not a toy, if not a thing? Nothing but stuffing inside you ~ so why does it sting?