FUCK YOUR DREAM! Reap those feinding blaspheming whores that keep knocking on deaths door, I see the paper soaked in mud, lying on the ground, falling into the drain. Wheels of a broken name seeping into the Rain. Number my name, and I'll creep into your mind with past shame.. Label the Number inside of my Name and I'll reap your soul with a craving of Pain. Leak my life, then number none of my name, I'll be there waiting... Break through the wall that's covered in damage going on a mental rampage feeding the demon inside to hurt myself, place no blame on you just me and everything inside of me as I see what you do! I hate myself for knowing...For knowing. Your fucking sins, break off that seed within, it'll sprout with evil, and shed the skins of demons within! I might be right, but I could never tell with such a shell of my memory failing on me, fading away with the day light! Real, the blaspheming feinders to get inside of my business, to creep inside my life.. Number my name, and I'll creep into your mind with past shame.. Number the label you made, and I'll recover the strain with a page written by a ghost of disdain. 3 I'm a mathematical equation calling out for appraising. Give me a price, what am I worth? what do you want to offer to abuse me? to fuck me? to rape me? to shape me? to trap me? to Tear me apart and separate the pieces? 2! I'm a divided equation what do you need to come out with an equal of me? Do you want to cut my losses and slice my face? Do you want to peel my face off place it on a mantel and pray for me to cancel? This section is closed.1! I'm a philosophical question Is it you want to see me bleed die or dry up and become dust, so I can be buried and forgotten, but the error is, you can't forget the flexible, you can't return the hexible, you can't retract a statement made to your Gods face when you MEANT IT!
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I can hear you breathe, I can see you sleep. I'm in your life, much to close, to be put out. Your not that precious, just another debt, your not my pet, your not my toy, your not my love, your my prey. I hope some one will pray for you. The silence of the pshycho presses forward onto you. I can touch your face, you wouldn't even wake, I could kiss your lips, you wouldn't make a twitch, I should tear your heart out. But then I wouldn't have time to get out. You have no luck, its too late, Iv already snuck inside. Your not my Love, your Not my pleasure, your not my life, your just my Prey. I think I'll pray for you. I think I'll play with you.(Toy) Please me. (Satisfy my urge.) Give in to what you deserve. (Agony) Murder at Midnight. (Soon you'll never see) Bleeding on me. (You'll know everything Iv said was right.) I can feel your neck, and taste your breath. I can hold on tight, help to tremble the night. I have my hands on you. I won't let go. Its to know. Your Not my Life, your not my problem, your not a waste. your my love, my toy, my prey. My Pretty Prey. My Delicious victim. A lost Letter doused in blood.

The vicious cycle tearing you apart,You’ve lost it all, you blame the broken heart,All alone at last you don’t know where to start.One step away from your demise.Go right ahead, tell us some more lies.The band is getting bigger,And the favors are getting harder.You can’t stand the reflection,You’re staring at the demon…When the lids peel themselves open the light burns,Inside your simple little world you hurt..All that was so clear now blurred,One mind that was made, many mistakes repaid.Your life is slipping from your grasp right into the gutter.The band is getting bigger,And the favors are getting harder.You can’t stand the reflection,You’re staring at the demon..The spiral is getting wider,Time is getting shorter,Your life is strung out on a rope,At the end your life dangling for all to see,For all to read, all to glare gawk and steal.In an instance you’d trade it all in,Another lie slips, another fucking truth bent.

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Crippled freaks in the streets.Crush the means swallow the seams.Hidden behind the messages painted on the mirrors.Lipstick blood stained fucked upside down lifes little horrors.A new meaning is found.Yeah, when you control the sluts in the square.Its a frothing monster that smells blood in the air.Carnivorous beasts line the streets.Carefully select the meats.One two three its time to eat.Feast on the populace.When it boils down to insanity.Its all about adults, its about adult lively hood.Its all fucking psychotic, sex addicts.Fuck fuck fuck until you cant fucking see straight.Makes you wonder in a world of perverse behavior where children come in to play.In a land where madness reigns.There is no morality.Only darkness is maintained.And the money for the fame is the only thing that stays the same.The change lies within the souls of those that we watch decay.In a world of confusion with a populace drowning in indulgence.