The fish is thrashing, I slide my hand down over the spines so he can’t stick me. This is going to hurt, but if I can hold him still, maybe I can do it fast. There’s no need for extra pain.
Flying high the the sky with youthful laughter filling the air. A grimace from below, callous with adulthood. Tick tick tick, your time is coming. There be no more time for plunder or these little play pretends.
The fish is thrashing, I slide my hand down over the spines so he can’t stick me. This is going to hurt, but if I can hold him still, maybe I can do it fast. There’s no need for extra pain.
Flying high the the sky with youthful laughter filling the air. A grimace from below, callous with adulthood. Tick tick tick, your time is coming. There be no more time for plunder or these little play pretends.