Love.
Such a small word for such a big feeling...
My monster grabbed ahold of me,
he has a grip oh so tight...
The orange flames flicker around in the dark
You light it up and watch the smoke float away...
She locked the door behind her
And slowly dropped her clothes...
Pushing a botton,
A red light starts flashing...
Climbing onto the bed,
Crawling up me...
Returning from no where,
He sits on a chair...
Starring up,
Scared to move...
Looking around
I'm in a livingroom...
Up against the wall
He's bulging in his jeans...
Duck tape my mouth
hear my muffled screams...
After hugging my
dealer,backstabbing,whore of a friend...
Despite all of the harmful consequences,
these immense recurring urges entice the senses...
Its a feeling deep inside of
me...
Standing above me
You spit in my face...
Fairytales and daydreams,
Just illusions before my eyes...
Notes lay scattered on the desk,
Pages after pages of the way she felt...
He's done.
I lay there...
Myspace...
What a wonderful place...
I read you poem the other day
And oh my god , what could I say...
I'm beginning to realise just what Hell is like,
Its having died and yet still having to live...
If I ran from the full moon,
Would you be my wolf...
The Killer
By Mark Spencer...
Listen here
this kids a joke...