Go To Sleep On Your Bed.
Don't Mind The Colors Blue And Red.
Mommy And Daddy Will Soon Be Dead And Put The Bullets Through Our Heads.
You Know We Didn't Mean It Dear But We Can No Longer Keep You Here.
We Are Your Real Family So Remember That.
You Never Deserved To Be Kidnapped.
Little Girl.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
