So What I'd Really Like Is To

I Have Zero Interest In These Capitol People. They Are Only Distractions From The Food.

Warmblood Now A Bloodborne Death, Will Rob Your Body Of It's Breath Mark Your Skin And Seal Your Fate The Underland Becomes A Plate

As Coal Pressured Into Pearls By Our Weighty Existence. Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

They Don't Own Me. If I'm Gonna Die, I Wanna Still Be Me.

Let Them Go, I Tell Myself. Say Good-bye And Forget Them. I Do My Best, Thinking Of Them One By One, Releasing Them Like Birds From The Protective Cages Inside Me, Locking The Doors Against Their Return.