his breath was hot in my face my hands around his neck pulling him closer we lick his face me and my demons what has he done this taste for his flesh my grip tighten around his throat gasping for air my lips **** his
his last breath was mine
how refreshing what life was this anyway
she was watching me
from the shadows she was watching no knife to conceal
what was this dead body there was no life in him
his breath was her constant death what burn ban effcting me he will be wheel barrel bait we will burn him in that drum
under the old oak tree
come my love smell the scent
this is what it smells like if you don't repent
from heaven we were sent
we are so confused you don't belief me sniff the blue off my bruise