Well, in that case, I won’t wear my button that says ‘I’m a slayer. Ask me how!’
"The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It’s not. It’s deafening.”
We’re slayers, girlfriend, the Chosen Two.
My insides all turn to ash. So slow
And blew away as I collapsed. So cold
A black wind took you away from sight
And held the darkness over day that night