Tear into my flesh, use me as you wish
Make my flower bloom, and my honey flow
I am little red searching for that big bad wolf
With his undeniably dangerous thrill
For lust over love because love is not my priority anymore
I lost my innocence when I wandered from the path
Grandma's house can wait, my horomones are driving me wild.
So I will wander the forest until he hunts me down
And accept my fate when I am finally found
I only wish for his teeth to sink into my flesh
And let my blood flow like a fine glass of red wine

Her flesh is but paper
His teeth like a pen
Marking up her hips and thighs
What'll happen to us then?

She is kind of crazy
He is just too calm
But when she loses sanity
He pulls her back into his grip and gives a kiss to her palm

She begins to cry, always breaking down
He holds her, even when annoyed
As she begins to drown

She keeps slipping from him
But doesn't realize he is beginning to lose his grip
She is making a big mistake
*Because she will lose him if she slips

Sitting all alone, watching as I please
Seeing her go walking by, that outfit's such a tease
She may never see me, she will never know
The dark intentions in my mind that my face won't ever show
She is like a flower, easy to rip apart
If I got ahold of her, I don't know where I'd start

To her, I'm just a stranger. Nothing out of place
But when I find her all alone, I will have won the chase

Is it true, that me and you
All have felt the same?
Through our lives, we live it "right"
Just to feel the pain?
Have you ever forced a smile?
Or tried to pass your blame?
Because of so, I hope you know
You aren't alone in this game

*******.

The lions outside of your door
The wolf is in your bed
The lion's claws are sharpened for war
The wolf's teeth are red
And what a monstrous sight he makes, mocking man's best friend
The lion and the wolf both crave the same thing in the end

Twisted is the heart that carries the burden of darkness. Unsure how to see the light for no one had ever thought to bring upon this darkness, a lantern to brighten its path. But once this heart is revealed to the light, many will notice it does not merely heal. The plague still exists. And to make matters worse, the light begins to burn and singe the poor beating ***** that provides life to one's soul. The more the world changes for this dark heart, the more it has come to show that changing someone or something for the better, removing it from the world it has always known, may not be the wisest path.

**** with mother nature
And she's gonna get ******
She don't always act like a lady
She's the one who handed you the gift of life
And she can always take it away
Oh look up in the sky
It's about the size of Texas
Oh ****, it's the end of the world
But don't you come crawling to me

Who are we to hide behind these screens?
Silently judging one another with cruel thoughts instead of speaking face to face