Sleep little one,
Do not say a word.
The world's an evil place,
A land where all is heard.
Creatures of past times,
Come to haunt us in the present.
Demons of the present,
Come to relive the past.
Sleep little one,
Do not say a word.
The world is a place of death,
A land where blood is shed.
Darkness blankets all,
Light only a sliver.
Sharpness dulls over time,
Dullness sharpens quicker.
Sleep little one,
Do not say a word.
Angels are demons,
Bathing you in lies.
Demons are angels,
Guardians in disguise.
Neither one is different,
Nor they are the same.
Yet one always points away,
While the other takes the blame.
Sleep little one,
Do not say a word.
Unconsciousness will protect you,
The silence will fill the void.
Close your eyes and close them tight,
Keep them shut throughout the night.
For if you open them without permission,
I will be forced to take intermission.
Sleep little one,
Do not say a word.
Nobody wants a child's...
Screams to be heard.
Don't mind the little pinch,
Or the pools of crimson.
Welcome the darkness,
Think of it as a mission.
Sleep little one,
Do not say a word...
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I need you dead,
That's enough said.
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A/N: Someone needs to kill my over active imagination for the time being. And if this poem doesn't make sense...
It kinda wasn't supposed to unless you really read into it.
If you can find anything that you think is a hidden meaning, comment it in the, well, comments.
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The Book of Randomness
RandomThis is just a bunch of random stuff that: 1. Makes me mad 2. Makes me laugh 3. And just random stuff in general
