I miss you angel girl i'm exasperated by your death
It was only a week ago we spoke when your body had breath
He was incharge but the devil man was racing
Ignorant to angel girl whilst her heart was pulsating
Stupidity racing the other car was fine
Destiny or not for what occured eventually in time
Screech, crash, roll and declared at scene dead
Rest in peace unborn baby and Angel girl we said
Anger in my veins and blood pumping hot
Angel girl of eighteen never to be forgot
There once was a girl named Abigail Hook
She was a girl who knew how to cook
A pleasant woman she became known
But the darker side of her was never shown
It was a dark and stormy night
A little girl was lost with fright
Abigail told her to come in from the rain
As the girl came in, she felt no more pain
Abigail offered her a wee bit of snack
While eating, Abigail put her coat on the girl’s back.
“Tasty and crunchy”, the little girl said
As she looked in a jar, she fainted flat on the bed
When the girl woke up, she was tied to the floor
There were bars on every window, and chains on the door
Abigail was standing there, just to linger
And the girl noticed that she just ate someone’s finger
“You must swear to tell no one about this”
The girl said, “Wait until the town hears about this”
Abigail took a needle and pierced it into her lips
Chopped off her head, and cut her body into teeny bits
She made the girl a shrunken head,
Turned to me and said, “Say a word and you’re the next one dead.”
Sitting under the tree
as raindrops are left falling
and through the woods still echo
the sounds of mother calling,
"Come home, come home
my little girl, my dear,
for the dark is falling
and there is much to fear."
Yet little girl never came
and clouds moved in,
quick was the storm that took her
and fast was it to thin;
and sitting under the tree
as from the leaves the rain drips
the little girl lays waiting,
under the earth that she did slip.
The girl in the mirror isn't me
She's not the girl i know
That's a girl crying desperately to be free
With only scars to show
The girl in the mirror is crying
Odd I am too
The girl in the mirror is debating dying
Getting weird now I am too
The girl in the mirror is bleeding
There's blood on my arms
The girl in the mirror is screaming
In my head goes off alarms
The girl in the mirror having a hard time breathing
My head doesn't feel right
The girl in the mirrors chest is heaving
Hands around my neck holding me too tight
Then i realize that girl was me
It was my reflection
It was me crying to be free
This blood shows my dejection
The girl in the mirror is gone
I am leaving too
Screams of terror at dawn
Around a lifeless body a pool of blood grew
(This is a fictional poem)
A little girl was in the highway and she was about to be hit by a speeding truck.
I pushed her out of the way in the nick of time but I got struck.
When that truck hit me, it sent me to be with the Lord.
I saved that little girl's life and now Heaven is my reward.
Up here there is no illness and everybody is kind to one another.
Now that little girl is grown up and she just became a mother.
People probably mourned when they learned that I was gone.
I had to pay with my life but at least I gave that sweet girl a chance to live on.
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