Six feet below in a wooden box,
Lies the stunningly beautiful Amillia Lox.
She reluctantly left her mortal life,
By her secret admirer with a gleaming sharp knife.
He crept through her window but she woke up too late,
Her parents had found her in a decapitated state.
Now here she is, Amillia lox.
Six feet below in her wooden box.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Crimson red,
Bubbles in your head,
Seeps out on your bed,
Tears will shed,
When they find you dead.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Under a violet moon,
In the darkness of night,
Demons fright,
Murder's delight,
Innocent's plight,
In the darkness of night,
Under a violet moon.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Dusk till dawn we dance to death's song,
like puppets on strings we sway.
With a flick of his wrist the music stops,
and so are the end of our days.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC