This is not me
I am not a girlie girl see
I don't like to write about
Rainbows, butterflies, roses and such
I enjoy the macabre
Death, destruction, blood, and pain
My muse is making it harder though
To write about what I truly know
Blood red nails raking backs
Reapers coming ******* you dry
Black hole heart's and obsidian souls
Graves dug deeper
Just to place you in so you cannot talk my secret keeper
These are the things I know
Now here I am...
Sunshine, unicorns, and **** rainbows
Heart's a flutter
Rose's are red, violets are blue
Oh dear me, now what to do