7years old
So rare,
So red,
So ridge at edge
he's such a suffocating friend
That plays after 10
While,
The voices spin her head
As they travel
Through,
Her spontaneous brain
Just to begin
She's been mimicking words
Babbling the rest
From, this non-escaping place
Nothing but,
A respective stage
Where did her God forbidden black sheep go?
That spied on her days
In all her fairy tales that were burnt to shreds
They snuck up and wrote rest
Who would of known that momma would of had a lover
Who played her rent
With his dying soul
Crept into his daughter's room
With his sweaty palms of rotting flesh
Waking up from a burry day dream
Pierce tongue,sharp knives
In her head of mine
Screaming as she pleads
Give me a reasons
But,
Nobody gonna believe her
While, she fights with these demons
Who would of known that her mother was behind the thing
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Bla Bla Black Sheep
Poetry7years old So rare, So red, So ridge at edge he's such a suffocating friend That plays after 10 While, The voices spin her head As they travel Through, Her spontaneous brain Just to begin She's been mimicking words Babbling the rest From, this no...
