My heart has been engulfed By an all consuming flame Never mind the poison from the smoke Nor the burning or the pain The dancing embers of desire; What a lovely sight to see I choose torture from the fire Over setting my heart free
when i get angry or sad i just want to get ****** hard against a wall to the point where i beg for mercy and cry *** is my escape from strong emotions so please make me choke on your **** and swallow your salty potion i might be broken but im not looking to be fixed i just want to be ******* like im some **** and to see you having fun using your whips on my skin.
My Darkness is what makes me I embrace let it taste me Down to the abyss Death my favorite wish Naturally a killer Life is just a filler I hold the cards what should I deal you So dark feel me wicked See a knife I want to twist it ****** or ******* either way I am gifted You will never see me You can even be me My Darkness seeps into the scenery Serial killer nah I'm much ill-er My Darkness is primal I am a sealer of fate Death Note set the date Allow me to demonstrate Villain mastermind What I am can't be defined Dark so lovely go ahead try mug me Eyes behold what's beautiful is **** Call me a sinner I'm not a beginner We can play a game there is no winner So let My Darkness take you Devour remake you Heaven will never miss The devil in my kiss...♏
it's the management here to inform you your **** has been hacked
we know what your thinking what you hide we are all up in your business like cyber terrorist's
don't ruin your life with to much self respect we are all watching you ******* to mamma mia meets a hundred shades of crimson and fight club blood **** while you *** screaming ooooooooh god licking holes and poles like a pig at a trough praying to be handcuffed and on your knees sweating and hysterical, a red moon struck **** face high on drugs in a dream better then this life has to offer
life is full of yogas ***** pony position bouncy bouncy
im the light in your darkness i know what you do i want pieces of you, you wont show anyone else your sickness, is my own you are my love ***** turning me ******* who loves to hurt you
who's the ***** who's the switch
now cry me a river move a little bit faster and to the left your **** is a cartoon **** grinning emoji bleeding shrieking fu fu fu fu ******* your brains running out of your eyes
gimmie all your venom ***** movie poem's *** tongue and ***** your mouth like hemoglobin jewelry saliva diamonds
kiss that you'll never go back squealing smooth heat breathing winds of perfume love and pain united by tragedy and desire by the grotesque and the beautiful like thirst holds stones
you know baby you look your best on the toilet bowl shameless a delicious little ******* that holds me close to life like a baby to the ****
please stop banging on the door im using this stall Thank you The Management
The black dog is here again an unwanted visitor at my door like a ******* I let it in to feed on my insecurities preying on my guilt and self pity past mistakes passing by grinning grotesquely at my plight barking; harking back to days best forgotten but entrenched within I've been bitten before so I stay put twice as shy so I lie to myself that this old dog won't live forever but he keeps returning no matter that I move house no change that I've moved jobs it still finds me, this scruffy mutt this metaphor for my dark moods I want to stop feeding it I need to end its curse tomorrow it will be gone and a piece of my mind can be silenced once more to give me peace of mind I'll get the better of you flea bitten hound get out of my life for good
There are two types of punches in this world and I'll take them both. Maybe one right in the face before I become the punch line to your insensitive little jokes (sorry I forgot to laugh this time.)
And even then I'll take them gladly as the blood makes its acquaintance with my tears and my fears become entangled with fury.
Tell me that no one will ever love me and that I'm just another **** girl in a ****** up world that will do nothing but swallow me whole and purge me once it tastes my bitterness. I'm sorry I wasn't sweet enough for you.
You. Craver of life's toxic temptations. Infatuations with the nicotine filled paper you place between your lips and the horror stories you read at three in the morning as you wish to become another doomed character created by your favourite authors.
But you didn't even bother to realize that our lives are the horror stories and as much as I wanted to put the book down I kept screaming for more.
Always craving but never satisfied.
And all I can hear is daddy crying out "You could have died!" "You could have died!"
You could have died.
I don't care, god ******. I thought the tears in his eyes would have stopped me but the spilled blood on the floor was so taunting and I knew right then that I'd always want more.
I guess I really am a *******, because you know for a fact that I would kiss the hands that punched me in the face