Panther
Shes patient like a panther waiting for it’s prey
She will pounce and puncture then pretend you got away
She’ll hunt you down and eat you because that’s what she craves
Follow the drops of blood like Hansel and Grettel
I’m the wicked witch and I’ll cook you in the kettle
Bake you in the oven, I bet you melt like metal
Bet you didn’t know this sweet girl was a rebel
She’s...
Monday 26th March 2018 3:45 pm
Those Paintbrush Women
I think I’m addicted to acting the way,
Behaving the way,
I feel:
Shit.
No, I never meant to-
I-
No, I never intended to-
I-
didn’t set out to break your heart
I think that it came naturally to me...
Snapping those heart strings it’s what
I-
It’s what I’ve always done best.
Affection is a weapon they say,
Charm is a murderer they say,
The blood you lose...
Wednesday 9th March 2016 7:54 pm
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