Taking one last look of the circle of life...
HUNTING TRIP
Rosalie,Carsisle,and I had gone on our own hunting trip. Esme,Alice,Jasper,and Emmett had gone on one just a few days ago. Emmett's none stop apoligies just would not stop. Alice always on my case. Along with Esme,and Carsisle. Jasper always tasteing my emotional climate. This whole 'watch out for edward-he might snap' thing was really getting on my nerves. I had tryed to stay away from my family as long as I could in these last few days. Esme seemed to notice that. I didn't care at this point. Rosalie had taken on a mountain loin.The smell of blood as the skin tore where her teeth had taken place,the hot wet blood,made my throat burn. Carsisle stood watching a pack of deer as they galloped threw the meadow. It was beautiful. He took off then. Taking one last look of the mduara, duara of life. I sat on a rock. My back againest a tree. Rosalie had finished then. Her eyes a light gold,that perfectly matched the tone of her golden blonde hair. I stood to my feet. Se stared at me as I passed her. I glared back. I didn't like not even being able to hunt with my family.
There had to be some way,to get all of this settled down.
It's all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause
kwa slight of the hand wewe will turn them into dust
A face to face wewe will lead them kwa the fall
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out
It’s all good luck charms
All trying to understand
Indeed inside me will always hope for worse
wewe say wewe keep them close by
They're closer than wewe think
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out
inayofuata spring will bring wewe back again
You'll sigh and crack the whip for us
And maybe wewe will be the one
Who'll draw the line in the sand
For us to crawl
It's all past bats now
All painting gorgeous time
And maybe when the night comes
You'll open up the cage
You'll open up the cage
kwa slight of the hand wewe will turn them into dust
A face to face wewe will lead them kwa the fall
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out
It’s all good luck charms
All trying to understand
Indeed inside me will always hope for worse
wewe say wewe keep them close by
They're closer than wewe think
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out
inayofuata spring will bring wewe back again
You'll sigh and crack the whip for us
And maybe wewe will be the one
Who'll draw the line in the sand
For us to crawl
It's all past bats now
All painting gorgeous time
And maybe when the night comes
You'll open up the cage
You'll open up the cage
Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
wewe upendo all sailors
But hate the beach
wewe say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
wewe breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
wewe change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me Tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
wewe upendo all sailors
But hate the beach
wewe say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
wewe breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
wewe change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me Tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
