Bloody
Twinkle twinkle
Little star
How I wonder what you are
Blood is dripping down my hands
Glittering the floor with drops of red
Sitting down cross legged
Making circles in the red
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Flashes flood across my mind
Dragging,crawling,running
He tried to get away
A smile plastered across my face
I laughed as he tried to hide
Twinkle twinkle
I scooped up blood in my hands
Little star
I spilled it down my face
The bloody axe next to me
Makes my fingers twitch for more
Picking it up I headed for the door
Noone is safe in this town no more
How I wonder what you are.
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