Filk: Sherlock (to the tune of Disney's Belle)[Sherlock]Filk: Sherlock (to the tune of Disney's Belle) by ~demented-inu
It's a bustling city
But every day's
Like the one before
Full of boring people
Who call me up to say
Hello, hello, hello!
There goes the DI with his case, like always,
The same old crimes and broken homes
Every day, it's all the same
Since I left my school and came
To this loud but boring town
[Lestrade] Morning, Holmes!
[Sherlock[ Morning, Lestrade.
[Lestrade] Where are you off to?
[Sherlock] Baker Street. I just finished the most wonderful case about a woman and her killer and--
[Lestrade] That's nice. Anderson! The prints! Hurry up!
Look there he goes, that m
sometimes fiction is preferable to the truthThe truth issometimes fiction is preferable to the truth by ~demented-inu
that when she goes offline,
I have a minor panic attack,
not because I'm scared of being alone,
but because I am never alone
I see things, I hear things,
voices in my head that tell me I'm not strong enough,
I'm not good enough, I'm worthless
and paper thin,
and why won't I let anybody help me?
The truth is
that even though I haven't had a suicide attempt for almost a year,
I think about it every day.
I haven't cut myself but I trace the scars beneath my jeans
and imagine that they still hurt.
I haven't swallowed handfuls of pills but I thumb the cap of the bottle
and imagine the dizzy weight of xanax and
Hey There CompanionsHey there Rose Tyler, what's it like with Doctor Two?Hey There Companions by ~demented-inu
I'm on adventures with the Ponds,
But you know I'm missing you; you know I do.
No stars can shine as bright as you.
I swear it's true.
Hey there Martha Jones, I hope you're happy with your Mickey.
Promise I'll come visit you as soon as we fix this doohickey
That we're in. I know you're happy now with him.
Sounds like you win.
Oh, it's how you all left me,
Oh, and left me so lonely.
Oh, but now you're all so free,
Oh, you deserve to be happy.
You can't have been with me.
Hey there Donna Noble, I did everything I could,
You know that forgetting my face, well, it was all for y
GO: God Help the FallenCROWLEY:GO: God Help the Fallen by ~demented-inu
I don't know if you can hear me,
But I know you're there.
I just don't know if you would listen
To a demon's prayer.
Yes, I know I'm just a Fallen -
I shouldn't speak to you.
Still I hear your voice and wonder,
Weren't you once an outcast too?
God help the Fallen,
I broke as I Fell.
Show me the mercy
I can't find in Hell.
God help this demon.
I'm missing you still.
God help the Fallen,
Or nobody will.
I ask for filth,
I ask for flame.
I ask for countries to burn in my name.
I ask for drought.
I ask for death.
I ask for humans to never forget me.
I ask for kindness,
I'm lonely and I,