Little Miss MallaceG


Why do you have to go that far?
On a typical day for you,
The red is too much for me
The screams and agony I cannot take

The constant stream of a little girl's song
The chanter, the ghost-like appearance
Slashing and slashing, it is so wrong
Your existence, you, a leacher

You invite over, you put an act
But your true self is dark
So dark, I cannot handle it
In this deep dark cave

This is my goodbye to life, because
I'm next... and then... You're next

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