bloody mess
i sit there and smile at you
i already did what i wanted to do
as it all starts from the beginning where i am standing at your door
F*cking her is what your doin!
i walk in and slam the door so you will notice me
i am wearing black trips
black corset and boots
now you will know what you miss
i pull out my gun,
put it to her head and told her to count to 3
she looks at me crying and starts begging for her life,
PATHETIC LITTLE B***H
'COUNT' i scream
1... i put the gun to her head
*sniffs*
2... in a few seconds shell be dead
*cries*
3... her lifeless body hits the bed
HAHA STUPID B***H!
i told her not to mess with me!
i turn to you now
and smile
with her blood over my body,
i say to you 'now you count to 4'
you look at me scared.
1... i put the gun to your throat
2... i want to hear you choke
3... F*CK IT! * i pull the trigger*
YOU USLESS PRICK!!!
by
Vampiressofmoonlight1posted on 10/22/2009
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