Hush Hush Hush!
She sleeping
She's dreaming her wicked dreams
No tinsels in her crown
Just an evil frown
That accompanies her pale cheeks
Grass on all corners of her bed
Fresh mud, her blanket
The coffin, her new home.
You know?
Her 'hunk',
He kissed her once
And all the sweetness, it bled away...
Her soul, it cries, i know
But her morals, they were way too low.
She never thought, Her lust would burn her soul!
And now, She's just sleeping.
There are a few blood stains on my shirt though xD
Her mom, She calls me a murderer,
I call her daughter the same!
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