| I can hear you breathe, I can see you sleep. I'm in your life, much to close, to be put out. Your not that precious, just another debt, your not my pet, your not my toy, your not my love, your my prey. I hope some one will pray for you. The silence of the pshycho presses forward onto you. I can touch your face, you wouldn't even wake, I could kiss your lips, you wouldn't make a twitch, I should tear your heart out. But then I wouldn't have time to get out. You have no luck, its too late, Iv already snuck inside. Your not my Love, your Not my pleasure, your not my life, your just my Prey. I think I'll pray for you. I think I'll play with you.(Toy) Please me. (Satisfy my urge.) Give in to what you deserve. (Agony) Murder at Midnight. (Soon you'll never see) Bleeding on me. (You'll know everything Iv said was right.) I can feel your neck, and taste your breath. I can hold on tight, help to tremble the night. I have my hands on you. I won't let go. Its to know. Your Not my Life, your not my problem, your not a waste. your my love, my toy, my prey. My Pretty Prey. My Delicious victim. A lost Letter doused in blood. |
