em january topic Action is eloquence. -William Shakespeare
The drugs have made it impossible to keep track of how long she has been gone. I've tried to shake the addiction, but orpheus is a powerful drug. A mystical drug. It drags you down to the bottom of the pits of hell and leaves you there. That is okay though because I belong in hell. It's where I feel most comfortable.
The leads have practically dried up, but I search for her anyway. There are bodies on the floors of clubs that belong to people who didn't tell me the truth when I asked where she was. They shouldn't have lied to me. I can smell lies. I know lies better than anyone. My entire life has been a lie.
Until I met her.
Faith is truth. She is real. She is the one who belongs in the pits of hell with me. I can't decide if Spike belongs there with us or not, but so far he's been able to handle the ride. We're going to find her. We'll bring her home. I'll torture and eventually kill whoever dared to take her from us.
She is mine.
I find that if you slice off ears and fingers people are more likely to tell you what you want to hear. Unfortunately what you want to hear turns out to be lies. I cut out tongue of those who lie to me about Faith. I watch as they hit the floor and choke on their own blood. It's a gruesome death, but they deserve it. Lies are bad.
Isn't that right, Dad?
I'm ripping apart cities in the desperate search to find Faith. I'm taking as many trips into the depths of hell on that mystical drug in an attempt to meet up with her there. If I can't find her on this plane of existence, surely she will be waiting for me there.
I miss you, Faith.
The leads have practically dried up, but I search for her anyway. There are bodies on the floors of clubs that belong to people who didn't tell me the truth when I asked where she was. They shouldn't have lied to me. I can smell lies. I know lies better than anyone. My entire life has been a lie.
Until I met her.
Faith is truth. She is real. She is the one who belongs in the pits of hell with me. I can't decide if Spike belongs there with us or not, but so far he's been able to handle the ride. We're going to find her. We'll bring her home. I'll torture and eventually kill whoever dared to take her from us.
She is mine.
I find that if you slice off ears and fingers people are more likely to tell you what you want to hear. Unfortunately what you want to hear turns out to be lies. I cut out tongue of those who lie to me about Faith. I watch as they hit the floor and choke on their own blood. It's a gruesome death, but they deserve it. Lies are bad.
Isn't that right, Dad?
I'm ripping apart cities in the desperate search to find Faith. I'm taking as many trips into the depths of hell on that mystical drug in an attempt to meet up with her there. If I can't find her on this plane of existence, surely she will be waiting for me there.
I miss you, Faith.