Bite me lover
Taste my blood
Mix it with yours
In the beauty of death.

No tears will spill from my eyes, only blood from my arms.

You're a means to an end, that end being my pleasure, not yours. If you can't deal with that then I suggest we go our separate ways.
You can go find someone to stroke your ego, I'll find someone to stroke all of me.

Don't worry about the pain,
Worry about the day it goes away.
You know I miss mine sometimes.

The only pain is to feel nothing at all.

There always shadows, dark places where dark thoughts lurk.

I am diagonally parked in a parallel universe.

The only way out of this mess called life is through it.

Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off.

Depression is simply anger without enthusiasm.