Little Girl RedA Poem by astoundinglyattractiveMy favourite colour is
red. My favourite colour is
red. My favourite person is
dead… Mommy told me to go to bed And so I played with my toys instead And Daddy said, “Sweet, we need to talk,” And I got mad… My favourite colour is red. And so I went to the kitchen sink And said I was going to get a drink. Then I pulled out the shiny, sharp knife, My favourite colour is red! Then I took it up to my Mommy’s bed And plunged it deep into her soft chest And Daddy came when he heard the screams And I made Daddy bleed… My favourite colour is red! I snuggled there right beneath the sheets And their warm blood spilled over me And I licked it off of my sticky arms, My favourite flavour is red. My favourite person is dead. Now when I walk down the streets I smile and when the smile back at me, I pull the knife from beneath my clothes, My favourite colour is red. So many people lying around me, Their rancid stench helps me sleep, One day I will be on the TV, and everyone will see. My favourite flavour is death, My favorite person is dead, My favourite colour is red. © 2012 astoundinglyattractiveAuthor's Note
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Added on June 29, 2012Last Updated on July 1, 2012 AuthorastoundinglyattractiveSix Feet Under, OHAboutName: Elisa Age: 16 Gender: Female Height: 5'6" Country: America Sexuality: I like to consider myself a freelancer. Personality: I used to have one, but I think I lost it somewhere. I enjoy: d.. more..Writing
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