i sit and wait all day.
patiently waiting for my prey to come around the coner.
then i go and trap them with the sweetness of my tongue.
it might taste good to me,
but it is a savoury kill.
needing warmth underneath me.
i will use your the last pound of your dead body
to keep me at ease.
i know this isnt right, but
this is the only way.
my nature lets me bring you down.


>>> of course this is not what i really mean to do. im kinda annoyed with myself and how i cannot control myself with how iam. i wanna change and not be trapping you anymore. but i just dont wanna let you fly too far. what if the string breaks? i will work on it. i wish you could help me but im scared.