alyssa little -- district 3 [unf]
Jan 26, 2013 22:14:19 GMT -5
Post by chaseee on Jan 26, 2013 22:14:19 GMT -5
when the curtain's call
is the last of all
when the lights fade out
all the sinners crawl
is the last of all
when the lights fade out
all the sinners crawl
the man in the moon, he is the engineer
Whether she be found in the technologically advanced haven of District 3 or the extrinsic recesses of her own tortured imagination, our delirious champion is called Alyssa. Time is unmeasurable in a world where existence refuses to conclude and the chronicle of passage is doomed to an eternal continuation, but it is noted that our savior was brought into this realm approximately seventeen years ago.
so they dug your grave
and the masquerade
will come calling out
at the mess you made
and the masquerade
will come calling out
at the mess you made
a reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes
"A queen must look her best, Alyssa!" It hadn't been entirely difficult for Lisbeth to pin me on the floor once she'd entrapped me in Mother's much-too-large Winter cloak - and it was almost easy for her to keep me there once she was able to force her entire body weight upon me. As I'd learned from previous scuffles with my elder sister (in which I emerged with several bruises running the length of my arms and legs), any form of resistance I was able to muster against her was futile.
So it was with general reluctance that I finally allowed Lisbeth to smear a bit of crushed berry on my eyelids and lips. When she was finished painting my face, she took a step back and clapped her hands in self-congratulation. "It looks fantastic, Alyssa!" I crossed my arms begrudgingly and turned my nose at the looking glass she offered me. "You know I hate dress-up, Lis!"
Mirrors are dreadful things; I've learned to screw my eyes shut when I walk by shop windows so as not to be reminded of what I've become. It's been nearly two weeks since I last noticed my reflection and I dread the moment when I come to terms with how much I've changed in even that short passage of time. My nurse constantly criticizes me, insisting I've allowed myself to sink into a sort of self destitution, but who wouldn't after the things I've seen - the things I've done?
Thick, brown hair - hair my mother used to love - usually curls around my head in twisted knots, resembling a bird nest more than anything else. It maintains a greasy gleam more often than not, only looking truly clean when I've recently bathed.
don't want to let you down
but i am hell bound
though this is all for you
don't want to hide the truth
but i am hell bound
though this is all for you
don't want to hide the truth
when you're not on edge, you're taking up too much space
no matter what we breed
we still are made of greed
this is my kingdom come
this is my kingdom come
we still are made of greed
this is my kingdom come
this is my kingdom come
collect and treasure every memory and never count the cost
when you feel my heat
look into my eyes
it's where my demons hide
it's where my demons hide
look into my eyes
it's where my demons hide
it's where my demons hide
seek and ye shall find they say, but they don't say what you'll find
demetria lovato
demons -- imagine dragons
story loosely based off of american mcgee's alice
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don't get too close
it's dark inside
it's where my demons hide
it's where my demons hide
it's dark inside
it's where my demons hide
it's where my demons hide