Decapitated children with oozing eyes and blistering skin, Shattered like a ghoul, saved like a soul. Menacing and taunting all they know. Damned they be, cowards like he. Hollowed out minds, detest the stand of time, pleading to be rasied from their early graves.
Twisted silver metal, Crumbles beath my crystalized hands. Burning and turning.O Mercury sulfate how you scream, Forever it beAlas nothing more, until I Dream.
As The Wind Wishes Away, Morning Glories Are Bright And Gay. Tormented Eyes Peel Away, What Is Underneath The Ground Today. Frightening Children Hide And Play, For They Not Know It's The Devil's Game.One By One They Fade Away, Laughter And Joy Is Quietus Always. As The Wind Wishes Away, A Nightingale Calls Out My Shame.
PS-I really don't why I wrote these, but its from April/May of this year. And I do not hate kids.
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