by rith of satans night out
caught up in so much
Pure dove dyin inside her
Ch. Pulled to
the sweet scent of leather-clad
arms drowning in the charms
Of a life of extascy
Milk turned to blood
Do you like the taste
or does it sting your lips?
Do you like to ba as dirty as you are?
Sweet little kitten
Claw's sunk so deep in his face..
Where will you run to now?
How will you wash the blood off your paws!?
Just keep praying someday you'll wake up
Just keep praying some day you'll wake up
Sweet little kitten.