pawshye
Is that a hairbrush or a club? Meh, It'll kill the fleas anyway. (I DON'T HAVE FLEAS)
My world is alight, With fear a fright, The darkness ever hovering at the edge of my consciousness, But nevertheless, I find joy in torture, It's like a couture, Worn with fear and dread, Holding me down like lead, But why, Does my darknes…
My mane a soft breeze, My hooves a elegant step, At heart, Animals are my solace, They hear my whisper, Feel my pain, Heal my broken heart, Listen at my soul.