My soul is wrapped in harsh repose
In raven-colored clothes
But soft, behold!
A sunlight beam
Cutting a swath of glimmering gleam
My heart expands
'Tis grown a bulge in it
Inspired by your beauty
(That was for Cecily)
Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness? I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I’ve got muscles you’ve never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne and you’d beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.
And you know why I don’t?
Because it’s wrong.
Showtime - I love this picture of Buff, she looks so strong and confident.
See? Dust. Just like the rest of ‘em. I don’t know what’s coming next, but I do know it’s gonna be just like this. Hard. Painful. But in the end it’s gonna be us. If we all do our parts, believe it, we’ll be the ones left standing. Here endeth the lesson.