cotton candy girl
they re lite,they re sweet
and they lik pink stuff
life is made of fun
its shop, its play
its a brightly coloured sun
u ll enjoy at a park
in a fair or by the shore
but otherwise its dark
like a could in the shade
like a rust covered blade
deceitful lil sugar puff
pink laces dripping blood red
sickly sweet smiles hanging from a thread
grimace behind tht peraly white
a playful yell to a scream of fright
she made it hell with ribbons to match
a devil spawn waiting to hatch
talking of shoes, stalkings n kate moss
she steered you off the cliff with poisoned candy floss
shredded this story and its 3 line rhyme
though it still kept rhythm ,from time to time
in need of refreshment and an alibi
clean off the blood stains with soda and lime
while u lie there think of her as u die.
(apparently everything i write must end in doom n death, wat a morbid teenager i must be)
