

UntitledI'm getting tired of this shit everyday, you pull me close, you push me away. I wish I had the will to fight you off, your dangerous, I feel your poison already running through my veins, you pull the chains tighter across my chest, I can't hardly breathe, I am too busy fighting your mess. I can say I like you a lot, these feelings, I doubt they will be forgot. But your not safe, you can kiss me, you can hold me, and then you can shove me away, like i am just a doll, for you to play. If you want to play, go find a barbie, I deserveUntitled


GamesA peom I wrote bout him...Games
Games THe soft breath, Lying against my skin. Your arms holding me gently, but stronger then a thousand men. The soft kiss that captures my heart. The look in your eyes, keeps you forever in my mind. I feel I can count on you, to hold my hand, to keep me strong. When I get hurt, you always come to make sure I'm alright. The sweet concern, tears my heart. IF I fall, I hope you'll help me rise. You keep my stomach, alive with butterflies. They've never lasted this long, but now they neve


DeadWas I dead to you, whhen I started out? Was I a toy, to twist and snap? Did you want to push me to the edge? Her I am, ready to jump, ready to take a stand. Would it open your eyes? or would I have to bring the knife, to your heart. I want to see the ugly thing, that keeps you alive. I want ot put the hole, in your heart, and watch you die. I long to feel your dying breath, fluttering across my ear. I want to see you crying eyes. AS I long to save you at the same time. How do you hold me in your grasp, when I want to kDead


Sweet PrinceLost in a sick mind, everything lost, everything blind. Her hands starte to go numb, as she goes to his hand. she takes the knife quickly, and slices it across his skin. His voice cries in agony, as his fingers were cut, one by one. She walked around him slowly, and brought a gun out,Sweet Prince
and shot him in the head. She opens her motuh, and said it quick. Is this what you wanted? Is this how you planned to die? tell me how hell is, I care to know. Goodnight my sweet prince, and until hell, were we shall meet again. where we
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[link] hope you like it. And thanks for letting me use your stock.
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One day we might all get away...
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Fucking Brutal
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"Every 60 minutes there is a kidnapping in Latin America,Over 70% of the victims do not survive."-Man On Fire
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