The Angel I Fear
I gaze at the angel, so pitiful and dreary. she lifts her head, her eyes locking with mine. she walks in, wearing such a forlorn face. i walk back, for fear of her intent. she keeps coming, her hand extended to me.
Lost
It would have been an unimaginably pitiful sight, were anyone there to see it. silence, utter and oppressive, lay in a heavy fog over the courtyard.
Breaking Point: Chapter Four
He didn't know how he knew, but his new friends didn't pity him, so he mustn't pity himself. the very people he had surrounded himself around did not think him a freak. he had potential here, he was somebody here.
Freedom
It was not until a guard finally felt pity for him and gave him a small portion of sustenance. but it was more likely the fact that a live slave held more value then a dead one.
Past Sins
He almost wept so pitiful the once proud wolf looked, standing there. it was not the beautiful proud creature he once knew.
Zap
pity a bug-zapper wouldn't handle the problem. they keep coming out of the pantry from some kind of moth-dimension. not my best, kinda odd, but its a thingie. the light that brightest burns, is always shortest by far.
Shelled and Covered Life
pity those given into this notion, that life is without pain or without strife. there will be red tape and signs of caution! so i'll trudge through what they call this my life.
When Will I
\*note\* this is not for pity or anything it's how i am feeling currently and i am not emo either i am actually a very chipper person ask rikji
A Tasty Squirrel + A Hungry Fox = An Unhappy Squirrel
To her delight, he seemed very frightened and desperate, continuing to pitifully beg her to let him go. all the better - she loved hearing prey beg.
[TF] A Scent of Rubber and Rust
The lieutenant understood the mistress would not allow herself to be disturbed by such a pitiful intrusion, although she was always around to welcome her new recruits.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IV Chapter 1
At least something good came out of it, even if it was as much pitiful in comparison to everything she went through.
Eucharist
Reaching for pity with ink, living through thought; dreaming of wine to drink, that father brought. enchantment has come to die, where saints rest, where chance steals to buy, your very best.