The taste.

October 16th, 2011by LittleMiss

Losing my mind in a composed manner… Like being beaten with a strait face or walking over the embers of a fire feeling nothing but shame. As though making love to melting velvet, the touch of a man, couldn’t bring me life again. Revenge is painfully pleasant, I would dig two graves for a taste of it. Lay down willingly.

Processing your request, Please wait....