Touch me gently
I hate publicity
I hate promotion
I hate visibility
I hate all you assholes who think you can come in here and 
rape me without a sound.
Rape my mind
Rape my soul
Rape my body till I'm dead

and then kiss and make up...

not exactly.

My hate will never die
You can cover me with your pretentious wishes
and your dead dry kisses
but my hate will never die.

I'm not really sure what to say to you...

Don't kill me anymore ok?

I know what you're thinking:

"Breanna's my plaything Breanna's my cookie whore
Breanna is the one who manages to keep quiet no 
matter how loud she shouts."

This is no longer

lover.

You are my master no longer

lover.

so stop kissing and start making up...

~*home*~

back to my realm

lost souls have taken a stab at this rape machine