|
|
|
| |
Ⓖⓘⓓⓔⓞⓝ Ⓗⓔⓝⓡⓘ Ⓒⓐⓛⓓⓔⓡ
↬So you wanna believe all the things you've been told
And all the promises that you won't grow old,
In the life made up of strings,
Being pulled by secret beings,
And now I know my falls and fights that brought me here,
Of things that seem to disappear you can't understand my sane, nightmare↫
Gideon hummed to himself for a moment, a morbid melancholy tune, but he soon stopped. Once all was said and done, he slipped off of the boxes and made his way downstairs. unlike most puppets, he wasn't curious or interested in these humans, he wasn't even scared, he just thought he should introduce himself. Before he stepped into the room, he took a deep breath and brushed some of his hair from his good eye so he could see these new humans. Then he entered the room, quietly and almost without notice. "Hey, guys. Wassup?" He asked, holding his hand up in a still wave for a few seconds before returning it to his side.
↬In my bed of black roses,
Where I dream secrets the back of my eyelids keep,
In my red sky hypnosis,
It’s only my beginning,
And I have the feeling I’ll go,
Down my own road↫
|
 |
| |
|
|