Happy Birthday to the girl
All alone in the dark & gloomy window.
She is always there, never here.
She'd rather be alone, to look
Through that dark & gloomy window.
Happy Birthday to the girl
Sitting alone with a blande in hand.
Blood gushing faster than Niagra Falls.
Continuing to flood, the blood covers.
She is always alone, gazing
Through that dark & gloomy window.
Happy Birthday to the girl
Who's eye have rolled back,
blood splattered on that window.
She is now, forever alone, to never again look
Through that dark & gloomy window.
What did you think?
Comments
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this poem is filled wit sad emotion
that poem also reminds me of how i spent my 17 birthday but yea dat poem is another master piece of yours
wonderfull work
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it is a sad poem, filled with sad emotions
it is a great poem overall
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