A lil something.

[spiderrella]

They cling to your lies
like fly's on shit.
Spwen from the cradle
the monster under your bed
is the monster in your head.

Your addiction thrills
your most vicious monster
tie your soul, rip it out
for all the bystanders.

Feed your lusful
insanities to them.
Satisfy their social disorders
till the satanic savior saves us all.

Comments

[dollmode]

Kittie blows, they're a bunch of wanna be slayer impostors, kill em. come over thursday. Darrin will be here. bring your boyfriend to

[spiderrella]

Cant ive got work on thrus. something like 5 to 8 i think. and i dunno about fir cause i forgot if i work or not.