your death is in my grasp
Tell me what Have I done?
you never give me the time of day, so I will take yours
you want to see me but my sight will damage your mind believe your own beliefs
your time to parish is now in my grasp, and all I have to do is squeeze then laugh as you squeal like a bitch
you can't except me for me? Then I'll have it so you can never again even hear of me.
you hear me?well let me say it again just in case.Ahem.
you can't except me for me? Then I'll have it so you can never again even hear of me again.
Next time you ask me what I say I'll stick a fucking scalpel in your ear then watch you twitch.
Fair warning never cross me again. Love can't save you, is can't save me, and it can't save it's self but I, I am the opposite
I am the one who takes away your spirit and brakes you down
by
LoveIsNotSympathyposted on 12/16/2007
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