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little playthings
they all see this cute little girl
dressed in pink with little pigtails
she looks so happy with the candy in her hand
they just giggle by and walk away
not knowing what truth lies beneath
she's seen her parents in their bedroom when they thought they were alone
shes watched what a gun can do to someones head
is she frightened?
no.
she wants more
more of the blood and the moans
more of the squishing and squelching sounds you get from half dried blood
she laffs on the outside to let people know shes calm
while on the inside shes watching you all get ripped apart by her hands
she feeling your last heartbeat
hearing your last breath
remembering your last words
and loving every bit of the sick twisted plot in her head.
she puts the candy to her mouth and snaps it in half with her teeth and chews the crunchy hardness till its gooey
she picks a flower and eats it
she hears your appalled gasps
she laffs at them
you all amuse her
your just her little puppets
dressed in pink with little pigtails
she looks so happy with the candy in her hand
they just giggle by and walk away
not knowing what truth lies beneath
she's seen her parents in their bedroom when they thought they were alone
shes watched what a gun can do to someones head
is she frightened?
no.
she wants more
more of the blood and the moans
more of the squishing and squelching sounds you get from half dried blood
she laffs on the outside to let people know shes calm
while on the inside shes watching you all get ripped apart by her hands
she feeling your last heartbeat
hearing your last breath
remembering your last words
and loving every bit of the sick twisted plot in her head.
she puts the candy to her mouth and snaps it in half with her teeth and chews the crunchy hardness till its gooey
she picks a flower and eats it
she hears your appalled gasps
she laffs at them
you all amuse her
your just her little puppets
Published 24th Apr 2012
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