cries in the night

you see me in the mirror
the creepy looking mirror
with the stain of BLOOD
that is left there for you
go and touch it
say my name and
i shall show you
BLOODY MARY
BLOOD MARY
BLOODY MARY

here i am
don't you see me
come and touch me
i know you are scared of me
little child

with the young cries
of the young child
dies
is where i get my
prize from.
to be beautiful
and bright
to even fool the smartest ones
to break this curse
bite your tounge
and say I am only a witch
a witch
that wants pure BLOOD
as her only treat
slice your hand with
an Athame
and place that stain
on your looking glass
and the curse that upon you
shall break
once you  say
that is over
and that is too late