She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide.....
Just in case her Dark Prince would come by the silvery light.......
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........