dark tendrils flirt with her eyes people pass her **** she daydreams of throats split open you think she’s pretty smiling to herself
using her *** to get you excited it’s better when the blood is flowing at her dinner table long fingers confident pouring a pitiful glass of wine creeping up your thighs touching herself, fantasizing of what you’ll look like
you catch yourself whining attracted to this fear teeth biting the broken lip yes, this is good scratching at the pretty ankles searching beneath this gushing blood
loving the smell of it dripping blood pools under her french tips mouth aching in ecstasy licking her poison lips she loves the feeling of this “i could get used to this”
It was as if the ghostly hands of his very soul had grasped my two shoulders and shook me till I was numb. A violent whirl of emotions had consumed my entire being and the feeling was so abrupt I almost felt sick. The moment the first sound escaped his lips I was captivated. I was his devoted prisoner, locked in his head. His heart. His voice was so disturbingly beautiful. His aura overflowed; the dark passion he dispersed with every note he sang took me to a place only he had been. A place he created. A place where he was alone. I felt so special, so important, to be the first person he had taken to this place. His lips trembled as his voice slowed to a stop. My soul slowly gravitated back to its rightful place in my body, though I preferred being way up high with the stars, with the power of the universe, the place of which Evan goes when he sings, I knew I would always end up in this shell.
Why is my sleep deprived Stolen Sold Disturbed Tossed to & fro What causes the mind to fret Body clock 2am 3am 4am 5am I give up My eyes are red My energy sapped My mood **** Sleepless night I struggle by. Loneliness looms ..