Lil Miss Ghoul
LIL’ MISS GHOUL
On the night of Walpurgistnacht,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks into her bedroom,
She is deeply saddened after the break up with her latest man.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul puts on her black Victorian dress,
Softly weeping, she sits down at her Gothic, Victorian Vanity Mirror,
She gets out her pure black lipstick and paints her lips black,
Her nails already painted black from this morning,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks to her window and slowly looks at the moon,
Her sobs becoming stronger as she tilts her head at the full moon,
She sings to herself a song of love as she begins to weeps hysterically,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul returns to sit down at her Vanity Mirror desk,
She looks at all the pictures of the men surrounding her mirror,
The men who swore their love to her, used her and ditched her,
She slumps over her sobs uncontrollable.
She looks at the Gothic switch blade knife and picks it up,
She looks at the men she thought loved her,
One by one, they were only interested in her body,
Lil Miss Ghoul makes a hard, quick slash across her right wrist,
She looks at the moon, then, slashed her left wrist.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul stops crying, as she looks at the moon.
The blood from her wrists like a geyser, quickly spilling from her body,
She never takes her eyes off of the moon as her life slipped away,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul rises from her body, looks at the men she thought loved her,
She remained hovering in her room, till the next morning.
Momma came knocking, entered her room, and screamed,
Momma screaming, “Oh, my baby!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!”
Daddy came running to Momma’s screams,
Daddy falls to his knees as he begins to cry, “NOOOO!!!!!”
As the days passed till Lil’ Miss Ghoul’s funeral,
Lil Miss Ghoul in spirit form attended her own funeral.
At her own funeral, Lil Miss Ghoul looks around,
Her entire family was there, all her friends,
She watched as they all painfully weeps hysterically.
Lil Miss Ghoul realized she has made a mistake,
As she says, “Oh my God, what have I done? These people are the one’s that love me, why did I let these men get to me?”
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2019
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