Well I am a terrible person
I bathe in the blood of dreams!
The hopes and the dreams of little teens
are crushed by the heels of (Ha Ha!) ME!
Chorus;
Oh, I'm a terrible person
Don't you think,
That it would be better if I was on the brink (Ha Ha Ha!)
Well too bad for you I'm healthy
And I'll continue my bathing spree
by splashing in the broken hopes/dream of teens
Now chin up my dearies,
don't look so glum,
it's no fun
to play with broken things
I'd rather you try while bleeding
So I may squeal with glee
Chorus;
Oh, I'm a terrible person
Don't you think,
That it would be better if I was on the brink (Ha Ha Ha!)
Well too bad for you I'm healthy
And I'll continue my bathing spree
by splashing in the broken hopes/dream of teens
{A/N this is original, I need one more verse, but this is a wonderful example of why I shouldn't write while dangerously calm}
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Hush Child
PoetryI think this will end up being a collection of poems, not gushy stuff either, but poems.