death (Remove filter)
Little Sister Hush Hush
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's goin...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 2:27 pm
Recent Comments
Red Brick Keshner on The nutritional value of a bullet
20 minutes ago
Tom Doolan on Social Media Man
2 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on upon a shot that lit the roof alight; June 29, 1613
8 hours ago
Robert Mann on November Heart (Updated)
11 hours ago
Rolph David on Máxima's Royal Mock
18 hours ago
Telboy on Dog Walkers
19 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on rusted edges, burning gears
23 hours ago
Ray Miller on rusted edges, burning gears
23 hours ago
Ray Miller on To Thine Own Flame
23 hours ago
Ray Miller on America
23 hours ago