Hate in the box

Sally's made of paper and string, She's a perfect, patchwork plaything. I stick my knife into her sometimes, just to hear her scream. And it might look like she's hurting But I know it just means she...

No longer your perfect playthings, We're shattering we're breaking, Seeing now through clearing eyes, What you are and what you hide. Close our eyes to break your gaze, Not blinded by your ways,...

Dolly going out in her Sunday Best, Bow in her hair and her panties wet, She's got a baby face, sweet and innocent, Licks her lips when no one's lookin'. I've heard em say she's got no shame, She...

Bloody ballerina, scrubbing at the stains that won't fade, Tattered silk of your dress is...an odd shade of gray. Bodice ripped and torn down, shredded strips of your dress decay, Spinning round and...

When you cry it makes a sound Like knives on porcelain It makes me want to seal you up in glass It makes me want to peel off your skin And I think that on your face, this razorblade Would make your...

All that's pretty is this hole in your face, Nothing sweeter than watching you bleed, So pretty it hurts, it's all I can take, Your smile cuts me like a rusty razorblade, Mommy always said I liked too...

You lack my sympathy, you've got no empathy, I'd rather die than be another notch on your side, Those strange proclivities, no longer interest me, My soul's gone dead and empty, Just like the lust I...

Sisters joined at the hip, Throats choking on a kiss, Legs splayed---penetrated By a bar through the ribs. Spinning til they hit the ground -undaunted. Dancing while the blood runs out -you watch...