| I'm a passionate person who WILL spit fire if you cross the line. |


Sex As A WeaponHips, thighs, breasts, bum Lips, eyes, hands, waist Tongue, legs, heart Our goddess given talentsSex As A Weapon
We wear our tight fitters to attract These men, eating out the palms of our hands They can hear the lust in our voices They want to have us
They always want what someone else has What they can't have Do anything to get it If they do, we got em whipped
Some men are like play-do So soft....but some girls like that But then complain in the end Walking on eggshells hence not to sadden
Some men are hard as stone But limp in


BloodlustA hole in my heart Blood on my hands Poison in my veins Hatred in my eyesBloodlust
I've taken a life Because I could He wasn't worth living Even more worthless to me dead
I've become a monster My lust for killing consumes me Piercing his aorta Watching the life leave his eyes
Going at it again and again I keep stabbing even after death I love the sound of the knife slicing through skin The sight of your blood splattering all over
The thrill of killing My heart races every time I'm not psychotic Killing is simply


Um.. untitled againI write not for you I write for me I write to live I write to breathe I write to love I write to hate I write destiny I write your fate I write my pain I write my joy I write for girls I write for boys I write my heart's desires I write to light your fire I write to make you want I write the things I'm afraid to flaunt I write out my dreams I write out w/e schemes I write my passion I write your fashion I write the news I write reviewsUm.. untitled again
I'm not meek I'm not mild If you seek Me, shall you f


People Like You SHOULD DieYou abuser You molester You murderer of children You pedophile You have no heart Oh how I wish to see you suffer See you beg for your life the way those innocent children did With this blade, with this gun, with this poison I steal your worthless life away Just like you did them.People Like You SHOULD Die
Oh the things I'd love to do to you I'll chop, no I'll slowly cut all your fingers off So you'll know you'll never molest another infant again Then I make my way lower...can you say...castration? I think that cause is self explanatory, but I'll say it anyways You'll never
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In Solitarium Infinitum
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Don't try to control me
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In Solitarium Infinitum
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Don't try to control me
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In Solitarium Infinitum
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In Solitarium Infinitum
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Don't try to control me
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In Solitarium Infinitum
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Don't try to control me
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