arent we so pretty
sinister candy girl
they did make you the perfect killer
hair as black as ebony
cheeks that glow like apples
and eyes straight from the devil
razorblade fetishes
and a life of bloodlust
you were daddys little angel once
but those boys
oh how they changed you
i remember how you were
Stars in your eyes
How they would shine
Your smiles hidden by your fringe
As it tenderely falls
Hiding it all
Every change
Every Laugh
Every Face.
See your arm you so vainly sliced
Every broken scar in sight
And the tiny indent of "Pain"
But really
It was asking; take me away
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Vices.
- Back Street Crime
- Brothels & Mistresses
- Gorlesque
- Literature
- Martina Cole Novels
- Pirates
- Rum
- Sushi Train
- Vokda
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