Her Mom Calls Me A Murderer Poem by Pranav Gothic

Hush Hush Hush!

She sleeping

She's dreaming her wicked dreams

No tinsels in her crown

Just an evil frown

That accompanies her pale cheeks

Grass on all corners of her bed

Fresh mud, her blanket

The coffin, her new home.

You know?

Her 'hunk',

He kissed her once

And all the sweetness, it bled away...

Her soul, it cries, i know

But her morals, they were way too low.

She never thought, Her lust would burn her soul!

And now, She's just sleeping.

There are a few blood stains on my shirt though xD

Her mom, She calls me a murderer,

I call her daughter the same!