Because I\'m Evil....

by Lala   May 29, 2006


A simple little girl and me, another
Are just standing, talking to each other

A simple conversation reminds of things
to dark and digusting for a little girl to think

As she tells me of how she went to church, I think of whats below

As she tells me the cushions were red, I think of what they are stained with

As she tells me about the news, I think of the murders in it

As she tells me of the Greek Gods, Hades springs to my mind

As she tells me she\'s allowed to see a \'12\' film, I think of the bloody and gory \'18\' that I saw last night

As she tells me of red, I think of blood and gore

As she tells me of black, I think off goths

As she tells me of the knife she used to cut her bread, I think of stabbing it into her heart.

And then, after a bit, I do.

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