When you are the victim It might've been fun for you Until you are the victim. And I, can't wait to see you on the side With your guts not inside. I will laugh and point at you, Smirk and cheer as you would do. It's not fun when the tables are turned. When it's you,not me, getting burned. It might've been fun for you Until you are the victim. So I wait here until my job is done. Blood dripping, feeling like you've been hung. Feel the wrath of what you have done. Drugs,sex,bullying,it cannot be undone. This blade through your heart is payment For all the crimes you did, you cunt. I hate you, I want you to die.
The Grey Room The Grey Room Borders from the walls. The Dolls all stand and stare as the piano player’s Fingers glide swiftly across