I see the writing on the wall,
It's a dirty fucking stall,
Filled with sick and twisted things,
Seen only in psychotic dreams.
Some turn away, some shed tears of horror,
Seeing the perverted little toy follow the
Master's every command.
Yet she stands,
And hangs her head in shame,
Waiting for an honest kiss.
Oh my god, this makes me sick!
So fucking sick!
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Christina Sample
Artist of mixed mediums, write lyrics and poetry. Paint, draw, demonic dolls, and read tarot.
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