Tunes of the derangedA Poem by Hachamecha
She's right infront of me,
beautiful eyes so wide, trembling lips, tear stained cheeks. Hysterical laughter, she's trying to run away, but I set her free, by chopping off her head. La-la-la-la-la sing a happy tune, my hands are a bit stained, but I don't really mind. Jumping up and down, Looking for another, to finally set her free, while her head rolls around. Hmm-hm-hm-hm-hmmm Humming a light song, holding the hefty ax found another soul. I'm kinda bored, but I need to do this, to swing my ax around, to set these girls free. Ha-ha-ha-ha-haa A very happy song, skipping here and there, setting them free. Dancing in red rain, feeling kinda sweaty, but these souls need freeing, oh ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Tra-la-la-la-laaa... corpses everywhere, just as it's meant to be, because they must be freed.
© 2013 HachamechaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHachamechaLedyard, CTAboutI don't write much anymore. I will though. I'll find my muse. She just died along with my will. 39~ -Hachamecha more..Writing
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