Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
It sounded a bit different, though Maea couldn't pinpoint exactly how. Perhaps it was simply the summary, or hearing the words without the usual complex turmoil of emotion attached. Licking her lips a had uncertainly, Maea nodded in the end, unable to find a better way to phrase things. Getting tired of my own words
"I – yes, that would be a good summary."
Maybe it was the evil connotation that was lacking. The sinister intent, the aura of doom and despair... Ah, but that really came from the other side, didn't it? Being subjected to the monster, forced to confront it, the one who had to live with the consequences of its actions. The helplessness and frustration, the fear, the loneliness in the face of overwhelming odds...
Where was Elizabeth going with this?
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
