Read my wonderfully dark poem
its called midnight lullaby-
as the midnight moon makes her knife gleam she slowly starts to cry
a lullaby as she starts to go into her skin the velete colour
starts to make her grin. maybe its the pain making her forget or
maybe its just the sight of emotion that makes her beg for the pain
to never end. as the cuts become deeper and more spread she
whispers her secerts in her bed. how she wishes she can take back
what was done and said but only can fall asleep by being heavly
med. she screams and cries while the night drowens on. hoping maybe
that her savoir will come along but the next morning comes and she
is still in her cold dark bed. full of salty tears that reminds the
sailors of the oceans the once dread but no its her tomb where she
is just found dead. her parents cry her brothers weep but nothing
was said. as the days went on the whole house seemed more alive was
it cause the family was now free of their devil inside? not having
her was the wish they always dreamed of. now it was just three. but
can you hear that singing...its the lullaby that makes you want to
sleep. so close your eyes the pain is gone all you need to do is
the exact same thing we all wish we could. she take the bottle and
empty it in your mouth no more talking you cant even hear a
mouse.
Read my wonderfully dark poem its called midnight lullaby- as
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Jul 4, 2012 11:27pm
