Satoma, 3713:
And this is Lithel Liander Korzak,a fellow friend of Zykeshta. His race is yet unknown by any but Zyke, but there is a deep secret hidden in his past. Not much is known about him, of course, but he does not play a huge role in the story just yet. So here he is anyways.
Lithel Liander, unknown:
And this little guys name is Satoshi, but most just call him Kota. He appears to be sixteen or seventeen, but no one really knows.
He Tastes Like You, Only Sweeter
It's been a rough week, day to day and moon to dawn;
It's been a year of hell, I'm paranoid, leave me alone;
And his tender touch is all I want, his loving caress is all I want;
but I can't have, can never have, what I can't have;
because you said so, it's only because you said so;
and the shadows come, we're robots now, let's make believe, shall we?
I'm that woman I know you see, don't try to lie,;
I know you can't have what you can't want, because you say so;
you say so, I am the only one, but yet you stayed at her house this week;
and all I can say is I'm penned up inside, arres this night;
for the hour strikes, and I'm still here, waiting for you, wanting him, what can I say?
He tastes like you, only sweeter, oh bitter remorse, how I have betrayed thee!
Am I the first though? Are you coming home? The bed's cold, it's not enough;
Maybe I just need too much, I haven't another human under the light;
but his warmth still tortures, her scent still lingers, where have you been?
Are you coming home? The bed's been cold, the shower's still dripping;
The closet's half empty, where has everything gone?
The bathroom mirror's fogged, I touch my lips with dripping red;
My dreams hurt, I want, I need, but you're not there, and he dangles before me;
Have you come home yet? The bed's still cold, the shower's dripping;
the floor is slick with red and wanting;
It's stale and dried and cracked and worn;
No, I've gone, you're too late, the house is cold, I left my wake;
The dreams are lost, your arms are gone, her love is spent, and he takes me away;
What can I say? He tastes like you, only sweeter.
It's been a rough week, day to day and moon to dawn;
It's been a year of hell, I'm paranoid, leave me alone;
And his tender touch is all I want, his loving caress is all I want;
but I can't have, can never have, what I can't have;
because you said so, it's only because you said so;
and the shadows come, we're robots now, let's make believe, shall we?
I'm that woman I know you see, don't try to lie,;
I know you can't have what you can't want, because you say so;
you say so, I am the only one, but yet you stayed at her house this week;
and all I can say is I'm penned up inside, arres this night;
for the hour strikes, and I'm still here, waiting for you, wanting him, what can I say?
He tastes like you, only sweeter, oh bitter remorse, how I have betrayed thee!
Am I the first though? Are you coming home? The bed's cold, it's not enough;
Maybe I just need too much, I haven't another human under the light;
but his warmth still tortures, her scent still lingers, where have you been?
Are you coming home? The bed's been cold, the shower's still dripping;
The closet's half empty, where has everything gone?
The bathroom mirror's fogged, I touch my lips with dripping red;
My dreams hurt, I want, I need, but you're not there, and he dangles before me;
Have you come home yet? The bed's still cold, the shower's dripping;
the floor is slick with red and wanting;
It's stale and dried and cracked and worn;
No, I've gone, you're too late, the house is cold, I left my wake;
The dreams are lost, your arms are gone, her love is spent, and he takes me away;
What can I say? He tastes like you, only sweeter.
