She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide

She lives with her two cats a "please no ads" sign on her door

Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore



Christina Death

Smokes cigarettes in her bed

Christina Death

Paints her lips every night blood red



She hates Christmas nights more than dressing up in white

The lightning's something she adores like Frankenstein's Bride

She's obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead church yards give her more

No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334



Christina Death

Smokes cigarettes in her bed

Christina Death

Paints her lips every night blood red

Christina Death

Drinks Absinth after giving head

Christina Death

I know you before we ever met