Im a 22 year old girl bisexual who live in lawton ok.,who loves blood and being bitten (hard). White blonde hair, pale skin, 13 piercings,One tattoo of I rose on my shoulder
and now 1 COR 13:11 on the small of my back,
a custom dragon on my right ankle, and
now now I have a long stemed pink rose that blomes into a blue metalmark butterfly
and white blue eye, {and they are mine not contacts}. Some what tall, and in good shape. I'll make a great meal for all you vampires out there. Longing death and hating love.
Heartless who feels no pain. And sees the world for what it is, Pointless to all. Bisexual and loves to be contorled.
My heart is made of stone, and arms are covered in scars, One for every reason why I hate love.
Black nights and full moons. Poems of killing and blood. Being controld and chained to the wall. I love to feel the cold metal of the knife pressed agaist my skin, as Im being cut, and fucked hard.I to feel all the pain you can bring me.
I hate the sun, the fresh air, and how happy the world wants to be. I hate being loved, and I hate having A heart. I hate the people who make you feel like they love you and then crush you in to a million pieces, and they feel nothing, nothing at all.
I hate guns and the damn stupid people who carry them, because guns and meant for one thing and that is to kill. Guns take the lives away of people who could have lived a great life and made some thing out of it, but No dumbasses think yea I look cool carrying around this gun, ontil they kill there best friend, or family,or even a complete stanger, or even theirself but none the else that persons life changes when an others life has ended by there hands.
My Greatest fear is that I will in up dying like my father, shot down for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have for seen it in my dreams a million times, for seen his death which I could not know how it happened because I was yet to be born I was still living in my mother. I never had the chance to see my father, but soon I will go the prison where they hold the man who killed my father and I will sit down and ask him "why?" why he had to have that gun? why he had to kill him? has his life changed and I will tell him that mine has, for his misstake changed my life for the worst, But I will thank him in the end because he may have killed my father but I wouldnt be the way I am today if it werent for my lose. I will be in tears, but they will be tears of hate, saddness, thanks, and loneliness.
