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****** **** Living, Dead

How do I change this passion into burning love?

I want to rip your eyes out but I want to be your drug.

Somehow, someway, I want to hurt

Make you suffer at my leisure

Your eyes, they make me want to flirt

And not just for  the pain or pleasure

Can I take this black frustration,

Turn it into copulation?

I'll kiss you then I'll tear off your lips,

**** you then I'll slit your throat.

Grab your hair and grab your hips,

Pull you close in your leather coat.

Do you see the ice in my eyes now,

Do you see the cold on my heart now?

Ooo, I want to feel your blood,

Ooo, I want to feel your love,

I don't want to hurt you, sweetie,

I just want to take your life.

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Written by
caleb-eli-price
Canadian
Published
Jan 8, 2011
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© 2011 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.

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