WomenIt's funny - The women in my lifeOne that won't let go, one that wants what will never be,One that hates my guts and one that got set free.There's one I used to want, and still sort of do,There's one that nearly killed me, that is certainly true.There's one I think would work, if only she did too,There's one that I know would work, to her boyfriend she seems true.Women, that's what's funny - how they come and go.Alone, in the end, is what I'll always know.Problem is i love the thought, of never being warmFor in the cold, I do thrive, and joy i find in mourn.
Notebook of a Doll: Breaking the Ice (Proxy High)First Day: Its odd...walking into a school with others who usually protect you and shelter you surrounding you in an array of reds, yellows, blue and greens. Proxy..its a term I am all to familiar with and honestly, I sometimes feel closer to them than to Father. They usually do three things in my case: don't acknowledge you, respect you when you are around or act normal around me. I always wondered how Father trains them in the lethal skills of honed combat techniques I see when they are out at the field or why they are usually so agile in tasks of reflexes, tasks of endurance or anything of that nature. Though..for usually being insulted upon by the outside members of our little society of ghost, ghouls, puppets, demons and other otherworldly creatures, it was almost comforting to get close to some of these Proxies. Though..not everyone tends to like me. Not one bit. You see, I..well..Ally and myself (whom everyone calls me Night
-there's somethingw o n d e r f u labout your sorrow.