she-who can stab with her pen
she kills youngsters at exactly ten
silence will cover the lifeless room
she's there‚ hiding in the doom
she wants to play‚ little children
hundred things are forbidden
who wants to escape will be more in danger
let's play and sleep later
don't be scared‚ little kids
she just want to play with these grids
let's cook their tongues
or else‚ she will grab out your lungs
truth or dare‚
cry as loud as no one care
oh‚ youngsters.. she wants to hear your groans
pull your fingers one by one and break your bones
run‚ but don't escape
for you will suffer with her poisonous gape
a fence of thorns that will give you throe
will remind how happy you are weeks ago
she wants to make revenge
collecting nails to arrange
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Pages Of Breath
PoetryWhen I say Poem makes me live, it means to live with love and freedom. This book is a compilation of all my poems and proses written all along.
