Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Korbin bit his jaws together. The steaming breath froze in his hair and on the eyelashes, graying the dark strands. His body felt stiff, but the numbness he so desperately wanted to cling to - it was safe, it was comfortable - slowly gave way to anger. Seething, roiling, an impotent fury with no place to go.
"No? You just said it's normal to feel like me. Clearly you have some idea. Go ahead, say it." He didn't doubt there was a lot of thinking going on. Everyone had their opinions on what was happening to him, whether they voiced it or not.
Korbin stalked after the other when he turned to walk off with the cart. Not to help, not because of any reason he could put into words. But follow he did, even if the line of his mouth had become twisted into a grim and bitter grimace.
"No? You just said it's normal to feel like me. Clearly you have some idea. Go ahead, say it." He didn't doubt there was a lot of thinking going on. Everyone had their opinions on what was happening to him, whether they voiced it or not.
Korbin stalked after the other when he turned to walk off with the cart. Not to help, not because of any reason he could put into words. But follow he did, even if the line of his mouth had become twisted into a grim and bitter grimace.
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
