I always wondered how it feels to have something sticky over my  belly. Watch it ooze into my v****a. Close me in with a solid web because I'm old school baby. I like to ******** and say goodbye because my wicked eyes can't take no more s**t. I'm bipolar, don't ya see? I love you then I want to kill you. I eat you then you come out rotten. You are nothing to me sweety. An unused mascara tube. I can simply paint another you. Create a masterpiece out of someone else. I'm creature that doesn't care about life itself. I want to be served as your prey. Come and get me.