Spider (Halloween)
It's wanting,
not love
It's a need,
the search for satisfaction
And never having enough.
Are you the one who'll feed me
Or am I just being fed ?
A prey for a spider
Stung, paralyzed,
waiting for my death
And when you suck the life out of me
I imagine,
it will feel like Christmas in my head
not love
It's a need,
the search for satisfaction
And never having enough.
Are you the one who'll feed me
Or am I just being fed ?
A prey for a spider
Stung, paralyzed,
waiting for my death
And when you suck the life out of me
I imagine,
it will feel like Christmas in my head
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| Auteur: lvde | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 oktober 2018 | ||
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