Queen_Cunt

A girl lays on the bed, the man hovers over with tears in her eyes, thank god she's not sober. He ravished her body then throw her a bag, she sucks it all down and ends up with a tag. The boy only six, the teacher could care less, younger they are the easier to impress. He abused his body destroyed his will; why is it children who are picked for the kill? At 16 you stole a car, then at 21 walked into a bar, drunk beyoned reason you pulled out the gun, now your mother cries for her locked up son. Prayers are whispered, tears are shed, the world was too cold to those who are dead. Life is sweet but sometimes it's bitter, the ones who are dead whispers, to bring out all life's critters. -----