The Lullaby of DeathA Poem by MorganThis is what happens when people cut.The Lullaby of Death
Pounding on the door, And screams in the distance. There she is, lying on the floor. People thought she was so persistent,
But how can she repeat this? The cuts on her wrists? You think she can; Tis-Tis! It makes people so pissed.
This lullaby I sing Is so real That you can almost her the ting The Bell of Death reveals. © 2008 MorganAuthor's Note
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