Behold, behold the beauty of the sun
For the sleeping pills shall turn to ashes
I live alone
In all of my home
But I don't drink the water
For the water is poisonous
Do you find me to be riveting now?
Do you want to burn my purse full of belongings?
For I should warn you...
I am not fazed by this
For poisonous water never does the trick!
I have many miles written here
In the diaries of despair
Ask my pen to write my memoirs
For I'm sure my pen will be pleased
If this is a problem for you
Then don't be concerned about me
I'm sure I'll be fine in my home alone
For do you see my raging
In all of this bliss?
For all of this bliss is limited
And that stuffed teddy bear that you love so much
Is ripped to shreds...
Am I a child of fury
Or am I a child of light?
You tell me mister!
For I am a rose plight
And where am I against the light?
For the house is burning down!
Oh little children help me please,
Yet I am a child myself
And all of the things that were done to me,
I will forever be haunted
Love me, love me, love me please
For I need your extra love
Oh God from above,
Oh God from above
I am broken.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2024 15:35
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
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