The darkening angels beneath the bed, I still see everything you said... Crimson in red
A r a b e l l a
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I'm waking up, ash to dust. I wipe my brow and I swear my rust. I'm breathing in, the chemicals...
wearing:: this
mood:: happy
where:: my apartment; thirty one
with:: me,myself,i
Pursing my lips a bit, I turned and slid from the room, walking through the albino world. Snow crunched softly under my heels, the snow falling onto my hat and down onto my bronzed skin. Entering my room, I looked around. Honestly, I didn't know what to do. Making up m mind I decided to clean up the drawers, ya know, organize. Softly, I began humming the beginning to Titanium. Honestly I didn't understand why it was by David Guetta. Sure, he did the music. But Sia was the one singing the whole d*mn thing.
As I sort of got a bit more comfortable and certain that nobody was, hopefully, nearby, I began to sing the chorus gently, yet in a bit slower, softer tune. "I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim, fire away, fire away. You shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium... You shoot me down, but I won't fall...I am titanium." Letting my hands stop folding the clothing articles and resorting them, I simply stood up and looked out the window. Watching snow fall, I softly began to repeat the chorus. "... Shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am Titanium." By the time I finished I had wandered to the door.
Groaning in frustration, I pounded my fist against the door, afterwards regretting it. Yelping a bit, I shook my hand, jumping up and down a bit. Opening the door, I grabbed a handful of snow and held it on my knuckles, watching the snow fall blankly.
