My Gothic FairytaleMy Gothic FairytaleMy Gothic Fairytale
Little spider, Climb the wall, Weave your web, But please don’t fall. Bloodied hands, They work upon, Rotten corpses, That death feeds on. The night rolls in, And with it hides, Any hints of happiness, And all smiles subside. Princesses play games with, Knives and fire, And the princes watch on with, Lust and desire. Kingdoms riddled with, Hate and pain, The castles ruin under, Poisoned reign. Rats roam the streets, And the fog haunts the air, The wind whistles tunes, Of glo
My Gothic FairytaleMy black and grey wedding dress, Lay in pieces on the floor. There's a stitch of where my heart would be, Where the Devil's talons tore.My Gothic Fairytale
I wash my hand in cobwebs, And drown myself in mud. I clean the dirty castle floors, With sweat, grime and blood.
I eat the meat off human bones, While rotting corpses dry. Death is just a plauge to accept, Everyone will die.
This kingdom of doom is the only place, Where crows will caw at life. Death is born here and all you have, Is a skeleton and a knife.
Rats and spiders are no rare
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