Avis-Praeda

My love is utter sickness, I'll have you obsessed, until you're ruined inside. And you will crawl and I will have you beg, I swear I'll become the very voice in your head. Oh you will suffer and you will sweat, I will have you lusting for more than you get! Losing it all, as lose your mind, You're numb to this pain, so take this pleasure of mine; Now open it up so you can give me more. Close up your life and quickly lock up the door. Or i'll have you spinning with my every touch, And even when I use you it just won't be enough. Your body desires and I'm letting it know, You're already gone before I let you go. My love is an utter sickness