[Katya]

A candle is lit, I see through her.
Blow it out and save all her ashes for me.

Curse me, sold her
The poison that runs its course through her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over, all over..

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said, "Kill me faster."
With strawberry gashes all over

I dreamt of a devil that knew her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over, all over
Watch me fault her.

I lay quiet,
Waiting for her voice to say
"Some things you lose,
and some things you just give away."

Scold me, failed her
If only I'd held on tighter to her
Pale white skin
That twisted and withered away from me, away from me

Watch me lose her
It's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take somebody else.


The delicate runework wove an intricate, bloody tapestry across her creamy porcelain skin; from her shoulder to the slender wrist of her left arm, the graceful, complex script was carved oh so deeply into her flesh. She was able, most times, to use her glamour expertly enough to cover them. 

She wasn't sure she cared to anymore. 

Living art. Pain with a purpose, one hurt for one lie. Every time. 

Reminding her that fallacy should never be taken lightly. Should never come without a cost. Reminding her of what could be, and what was. And what could not be. 

Lies, slander, calumny, mistruths, excuses... an entire catalogue, eternally reminding her of each and every time, conscious or unconscious, that it happened. The conscious ones, she carved herself. The unconscious ones... came to her anyway. 

They were healed, now. For the first time since... well. The first time in a very long time. 

Silvery traces remained, soft and shimmering. And the words had changed. They spoke not of lies, not now; but of broken chains, shattered glass, darkness and hunger, the unbinding of...

Of what?

Good afternoon, sir.
What can I do, sir?
Just say the word, sir..
Anything for you, sir.
Your friends all say, sir,
You don't deserve her.
I disagree, sir -- 
I live to serve, sir.

I think about
All the wasted time I've spent
I wanna be disobedient
I shoot awake
Wondering where my summers went
I wanna be disobedient.

I've been good, sir
So very, very good -- for what?
And I've given you
Every single thing I've got.
It's feeling strange, man.
This whole arrangement
Is gonna end with
Me totally deranged.

When I think about
All the wasted time I've spent
I wanna be disobedient.
I shoot awake
Wondering where my summers went
I wanna be disobedient
Disobedient, disobedient...

(Jessicka Adams, Rebecca Sugar)