I scream and cry in wicked lies. I came before the evil eye. Where death comes cold in a winters hold. In my face you see of nothingness, completely blank, a succubus. Sucking you by and dry. And soon to spit you out again. My mouth, it craves a new best friend. your taste is waste. and lovers lend. and that I am a loving girl, lending to a fucked up world. Where tragedy runs hot and fetishes sell. What's my body anyways? its only just a shell. "I don't see anything wrong with this picture." he says, as her camera lens flickers. and clicks, give those nipples a twist. What kind of girl Is a toy? The ones with no brains or big boobs? cuz if its both I've got something to lose. A body you gain, unlike that brain, should remain, stunted in youth. Youth of a virgin who's legs remain glued.