Hansel and the Witch One. Two. Three.Hansel and the Witch by ~magicalrealist
Every sound resonates in the dreary room: the thud of a heart; the gasps of breath; the drip of blood. In this world of pain and games, there is so much to listen to—yet no one to hear it but Hansel and the Witch.
"When does this Feast finish?" Hansel asks. He sits, head bowed, on a wooden chair in the middle of the empty room. The afternoon sun slants through a gap in the curtains, basking him in its warmth. But he doesn't feel the sun. All he feels is the cold, metallic touch of pliers being fastened to his fingernails by the Witch.
"But we're having so much fun Hansel!" the Witch replies, her voice sweet and sof
Burn *NB: These are lyricsBurn by ~magicalrealist
You came and took
What you could milk
Never realising
All I forsook
There was no way
To hold you tight
I should have known
I'd have only one night
You always left your shoes
By my front door
And now I wonder
If you leave them by
Some girl's bedroom floor?
Chorus:
Oh I want you to
Burn for me
Like I burn for you
For I want you to
Feel the need to
Have me in your arms
And I want you to
Believe that I
Could make your life
For I burn ...
Precious things come and go
No no I should have
Given you more
Let my emotions flow
But I was too speechless
When in your arms
My heart quelled to place
on The End Of Civilization!! I really appreciate it!
Sta.sh
