by Nyxia » 12/16/2010 10:01 PM
The next landing had very few scattered items, a small fire pit with a shambled together metal beam above it on which hung a small black pot. The fire had long ago turned to ash and the pot was empty, but that didn't seem to matter to the Batti as he moved away to the cabinets to his left. Leaving Ayami standing stunned, hungry, and awkward at the top of the stairs. He however seemed to pay her very little mind as he busied himself with gathering a few things out of that shelf, and moved to the table right beside it. "Come, sit." He told her as he began to cut whatever he'd gathered.
Bottles smashed, I raised my hand
How can you all even stand?
And why is there joy in this poison? Oh
Faking smiles and confidence
Driving miles to capture this excitement
I can't take anymore
You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes
I am in hell
We Don't Have to Dance - Andy Black