Bloody MuhrjeA Story by quarintine_deathangelEver heard of bloody mary? Here's how I think it happened XPBloody Muhrje A girl In a school Where everyone must be cool Last name Whiey Middle Bloody And finally, first name, Muhrje Orphaned when young Never beautiful, never taken Her mother, As the police said, died in front the only
mirror of the home Almost as a soul was taken by the looking
glass, Never to come back. The mothe, a most poor, bizarre thing, Had scratched out her eyes, though not
lost them in the, Sink The expression of death, a most horrid
sight Mortician ever said he’d seen Able to predict her last, wailing, scream. The father, quite different, his story’s
seams Muhrje saw him, too, pass through this
awkward, Deathly, portal to an unthinkably cruel
torture Weird enough, after the father’s untimely
death, No body was found Just, the eyes of the mother Lying around Police record writes it out to be quite a
sight when Blood was found, not only outside, though,
inside the mirror Poor child, never told her story She stayed quiet, Never in shadows, and Never, too far out Where she went, make up went with her As did, a bloody, stinking mirror To stay at the top she had to be pretty To stay at the top she had to be petty And carry that mirror, EVERYWHERE So, when come her time to pass through
that glass As was the family curse The house was inherited to her at 18 When she walked in, that house, so long
abandoned She stared into the dark, evil glass With pained, ‘mem’ring eyes Saw that face, no longer covered by lies,
no, her true reflection Muhrje clapped on make-up, best as she
could Finally realizing, this glass only shows, The deep, inner soul’s truth, with no way
to hide For it be only, herself, that pure, evil
inside Her scream, so torturous to the soul How it still haunts mine. Her scream rang out clear through the old
house Whiey Bloody Muhrje Whiey Bloody Muhrje Whiey Bloody Muhrje At her last dying breath four corpse arms
came from, The devil’s portal, They grabbed at her wretchedly Poor Muhrje could, now, not back away, Push as she may, scream as she might in
her fright Through a flash of daemons light She was pulled to Hell, I believe, for
that was it Now, today that mirror be buried, Withall that cursed junk If there is one thing I learned It’s never to look in a mirror Say Whiey Bloody Muhrje Three times Or to Hell I be going and never see it
comin. By quarantine_deathangel All rights reserved © 2012 quarintine_deathangelAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on January 19, 2012 Last Updated on January 19, 2012 Authorquarintine_deathangelSalem, ORAboutI love AC/DC and am absolutely addicted to AFI my fav is hunter and Davey is totally my lost twinXD I also listen to country music and my fav country singer is Garth Brooks. I love goth culture and ps.. more..Writing
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