Smashing the bottle on my head Gives mother even more dread How could she marry such evil man Especially with a name like Dan "Stop, Stop," She screams at the top of her lungs But after she said it she bit her tongue As he throws her into the front door Wanting to **** that, "*****"
Though I've never tasted another's blood before I think tonight will have an encore As I beat my dad to death Running to the kitchen goes dear old Beth
With a knife in my hand And my feet in the sand I rip open his insides To replace my frown, besides Spilling all over the floor The guts fill the room Squeezing through the door.
I hate that I don't know how to make stuff look better. Please give me suggestions. Idk how to fix this ****.