Hush little baby.

Hush little emo girl, don't say a word,
Your wrists are now butchered.
close your eyes and dont make a sound,
listen to your heart pound.
not a soul will miss you when your not around.
hold that razor tight in your grasp,
your blood spills to the floor and now you gasp.
Your final seconds are drawing near,
And finally you start to fear.
Now your blood starts to pool,
whoever knew life could be this cruel.
Now your blood starts to run,
Never again will you see the sun.
Now you lie dead on the floor,
Nobody will see you evermore.
Death has now claimed,
The little emo girl.

Reviews

[TheScribblersDiary]

thank you so much Truth'be'told

[J.Truth]

to be honest this piece gave me shivers... I liked how you turned the well known lullaby into a thrilling, dark poem. It sort of shows how not all life could be lived happily and filled with love. There was only one mistake i came upon, and that was you that was supposed to be your. :p but other than that one tiny thing, an exceptionally job with this; i really like it!