9:45 p.m. - 2007-08-20
Little Bitch
The body is the temple, holy are thy lips; words murmured in the shadows reveal your true intentions. Repent, play the game, save face, suck the facade. Swallow the pretty, though it falls in heavy and you both begin to decay. It's just that you're the prey, forgot what you've said, what's your name? Oh yeah, you're the young little Bitch with the devilous itch.

Sync the mind and body, God and matter as one. Though this is pretentious, I'll never have this chance ever again. Took a while to get this perfection, but when it becomes a bore and a chore, I'll get drunk with my whore. Don't you know who she is? She's the little Bitch with the devilous itch.