Words of the Constant
WendyTake thy beak from out my heart!
WendyHe is mine.
WendyOnly leads to disappointment.
WendyI like to kill small things.
WendyIt will feel no guilt from the kill. It is but a tool.
WendyFleeting, just like life.
WendyI suppose these will cure blocked sinuses.
WendyI like to cut things up.
WendyThe better to mark graves with.
WendyThis, my final feast.
WendyIts sword face couldn't save it...
WendyIt's burning brightly.
WendyUsed up and done for.
WendyEverything dies.
WendyThis tree is spooky. I bet it likes Halloween.
WendyExtra-spooky!
WendyA death souvenir.
WendyA celebration of death.
WendySmells like death itself. And bats.
WendyIt will be here long after I'm gone.
WendyA place to sit and contemplate my demise.
WendyA place to sit and contemplate my demise.
WendyA place to sit and contemplate my demise.
WendyA place for weary bones.
WendyA place to sit and contemplate my demise.
WendyA place to sit and contemplate my demise.
WendyPerfect.
WendyA place for weary bones.
WendyA place to sit and contemplate my demise.
WendyA place to sit and contemplate my demise.
WendyA place to sit and contemplate my demise.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyA futile attempt to battle the darkness.
WendyFragile. Like life.