"Moo." Said the lamb as its vital organs were ripped out of its soft, silken pelt. A wolf ran off, covered in blood, with the insides of innocence in its mouth. "Moo." Said the sheep as it exhaled its final breath.
YOU ARE READING
you are my psychotic meltdown
HorrorI've started venting into this. Some of these are just really funny poems I made to crack others up (or make 'me feel funky) but now I need somewhere to put that build up. Unclog the dam and it all flows out.
