I looked at my watch, it was nearly eight o’clock. It had been a slow night so I decided to close up shop when she walked in through the door like a cool night breeze.
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
If the purge came alive into the real world It would be our worst nightmares come true I've been to hell and back and would participate so it's kill or be killed The Loner of your family must die because he causes nothing but pain That's the only person I would kill The rest you leave up to fate
Stabbed in the back, yes I was slain Discarded like trash, thrown into a drain Arrangements were made, yes things were arranged For me to lie before everyone and listen to them saying
He was never shit, on the inside he was always decaying Psychologically and socially dead, he should had been praying But in my coffin it seems that I have bed mates The worms are starting to squirm, sharing in my fate
But as I thaw they will feast from me on a plate Yes the external abuse is served up with the inner hate I feed my children well and...
Every once in awhile you gotta go hunting Them critters should know better than to dine here Baited the snap trap at 11pm Fresh kill in the trap at 7:30am Peanut butter boss They can't resist It makes me a little sad to harvest them Gotta do it though They ain't no pets
I miss your rankle yes I know I stir your ire it's the curr in me wild and untamed running the night come too close and I'll let out a feral growl
nothing does it for me quite like your indifference you know I get off on being ignored you watch me in your periphery toying with my emotions you know just where to apply pressure to get you the most attention from me
you don't even want me...really still, you admit there's something something about the wild look in my eyes