His daughters name is Sally
She'd walk every alley
She was only eight when she died
And so cried
Every night and he began to see
All the truth that was the key
He walked in the forest every midnight
To look at the glowing light
It spoke to him softly and kindly
So he followed it blindly
It tortured him terribly and worse
It tore off his face and killed a horse
His mind was melting and his hands became bloody
So he went to kill those people who study
And now ever since then he has been drawing
Like his new daughter Sally but they both have been sawing.
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A Change Of Mood(sequel 1 to My Jumping ( failure at suicide )
PoetryPoems that are MINE I think now it was a bit much to do that but that is irrelevant. Please do not take my poems.
