I'm waiting on something, fate is pending, just waiting.
Waiting for it's time to jump and kill.
For once i feel that this is at my fingertips, and i don't even want it.
(I don't even like it.)
I cant even get him out of my head, oh, i walk around absent minded save when he is floating around.
A speck of honestly would kill you, would it not?


I know, severe allergies are a bitch.




How can I forget the time when he said he'd write my name on the moon, and fly his flag beside it?



Come baby, tell me you want me.
Scream my name; you know, the way you did before.
Oh, I've been feeling low lately, and am in need of this.
And i don't want to see you unless you're willing to kiss every inch of my body.
I'm craving you, and your ways of teasing me.
I want your head between my thighs.
Make me feel wanted, make me feel high.

Would it be such a punishment?