Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
All dressed in black black black
She has a knife knife knife
Stuck in her back back back
She's bleeding out out out
And that is why why why
Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
Wants to die die die
Crimson Mary, Lady of blood
She pricks her finger on the thorn of a rosebud
Red trickles out slowly then starts to flood
Then Bloody Mary hits the ground with a thud
A/n: I honestly don't know guys. I need some help with ideas and ish pls
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Forest of Stanzas
ŞiirA collection of poems. Some are dark, some don't make sense, all are mine. Feel free to comment a title or prompt and I'll write one for you.
