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Jan 2011
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 forΒ Β 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,
******* 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.
Β© 2011 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
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