imported_Taja Loraan
Dec 1st, 2002, 01:49:36 AM
I play doctor for five minutes flat
Before I cut my heart open... and let the air out
Three bugs, a pound of dust
Some wind spilled before me
In the strangest manner that had
Broke away my tear spout
As I lie there
With my tongue spread wide open
A black widow had offered me
A sweetheart tube
As I injected
The candied heart that I selected
She said don't hesitate
Just do what you have to do to me
It's hard to stay between the lines of skin
Just cuz I have nerves, don't mean that I can feel
I wasn't very much fun to be with anyway
Just let the blood run red cuz I can't feel
Biding my time until the time is right
Biding my time until the time is right
Biding my time until the time is right
Biding my time...
It's time
It is... time
***
It had been months now since the parting of the Dolls. The venture, originally conceived by Evelyn, was a failure, and the tavern they once owned had fallen into ruin. Attempts at similar projects were constantly being made around these lower levels and the Devil's Inn was neither missed nor remembered; its employees, separated and forgotten.
Taja, however, was not so quick to let go of memories. She had kept up regular payments for the small underground area and now, with the scant furniture stacked against the sides of the room and a thick layer of dust coating their covers, she was lying across the bar-top, gazing nonchalantly up at the ceiling. The nauseating stench of alcohol that had previously been impossible to purge had faded over time and the wide selection of beverages reduced to a few broken, emptied bottles.
But that wasn't what irked the Dark Jedi. Noise from neighboring clubs and the streets above was accepted to be the norm at this time of night, and although many of these opted for alternative styles of service, they didn't often send out telepathic cries. This one voice was, consciously or not, pouring out all its misery into a song written by its mind, and this peeved Taja to no end. She had hoped to escape the sighs of Bast's spirits, at least for one night, but no... Instead she had to listen to this other girl, whining away and waiting for some sort of deliverance. For someone to listen.
Unfortunately, Taja was that someone. "I can hear you, you know," she said, the sudden sound hauntingly echoing against the walls. Wherever she was, the woman would hear the same message, though mentally.
She closed her eyes. "Now please. Shut the frell up."
Before I cut my heart open... and let the air out
Three bugs, a pound of dust
Some wind spilled before me
In the strangest manner that had
Broke away my tear spout
As I lie there
With my tongue spread wide open
A black widow had offered me
A sweetheart tube
As I injected
The candied heart that I selected
She said don't hesitate
Just do what you have to do to me
It's hard to stay between the lines of skin
Just cuz I have nerves, don't mean that I can feel
I wasn't very much fun to be with anyway
Just let the blood run red cuz I can't feel
Biding my time until the time is right
Biding my time until the time is right
Biding my time until the time is right
Biding my time...
It's time
It is... time
***
It had been months now since the parting of the Dolls. The venture, originally conceived by Evelyn, was a failure, and the tavern they once owned had fallen into ruin. Attempts at similar projects were constantly being made around these lower levels and the Devil's Inn was neither missed nor remembered; its employees, separated and forgotten.
Taja, however, was not so quick to let go of memories. She had kept up regular payments for the small underground area and now, with the scant furniture stacked against the sides of the room and a thick layer of dust coating their covers, she was lying across the bar-top, gazing nonchalantly up at the ceiling. The nauseating stench of alcohol that had previously been impossible to purge had faded over time and the wide selection of beverages reduced to a few broken, emptied bottles.
But that wasn't what irked the Dark Jedi. Noise from neighboring clubs and the streets above was accepted to be the norm at this time of night, and although many of these opted for alternative styles of service, they didn't often send out telepathic cries. This one voice was, consciously or not, pouring out all its misery into a song written by its mind, and this peeved Taja to no end. She had hoped to escape the sighs of Bast's spirits, at least for one night, but no... Instead she had to listen to this other girl, whining away and waiting for some sort of deliverance. For someone to listen.
Unfortunately, Taja was that someone. "I can hear you, you know," she said, the sudden sound hauntingly echoing against the walls. Wherever she was, the woman would hear the same message, though mentally.
She closed her eyes. "Now please. Shut the frell up."