I'm the reason Satan sleeps with the light on.
Taste like sugar, but it's Novocaine.
She's grinding teeth so she can sharpen the pain
White lights, Train wreck.
She's a still thrill of suicide they say,
Cyanide in her plastic veins
She's a mannequin of misery,
She's on a bender,
But she ain't gonna break.
I'm irritated right now.
People keep looking at my characters, but no one comments. COME ON. Be opinionated! Tell me one is cliche, tell me one is a friggin' psycho. Jeeze.
Just say something?
Black lips, Pale Eyes
Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.
She's a killer,
She's my,
Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.
Strychnine Cerebellum feeds the brain,
Hurricane and a violent rage.
They say,
She's a looker just like Anna Nicole.
Oh, no.
******** the silver,
Let's go straight for the gold.
OverlordLunacy · Fri Jun 12, 2009 @ 12:27am · 0 Comments
