What chance does one have When they’re born in jail? She’ll trick Just a child herself Tell me, what is it that’s got your attention? Yes, her neck Reach out and touch it Fantasize, child, fantasize… You dusty old Cemetery worker Transforming into something… Strangling for thirty years Nobody seemed to notice Ninety three womenContinue reading “Little”


Another evening drunk and alone Nobody stays I’ll make them mine Boring into the skull I told you, I just want to take pictures Sleeping with them Loving them even after death I’ll make sure you’re with me forever You’ll never leave