I see them snakes come through the ground, They choke me to the bone, They tie me to their wooden chair, Here are all my songs.
So come on Love, draw your swords, Shoot me to the ground. You are mine, I am yours, Lets not fuck around.
Wow, two manipulations in one day. Am I on a roll, or what? I, personally, actually enjoy how this one came out. I finally feel as though manes and tails are becoming more friendly with me, and though I don't like the tail here, I do love the mane. C: This concept was originally going to be very simple, but the idea bloomed to make it a wee more meaningful. Thanks to those that gave me advice.<3