A/N: To think I just came from seeing Sweeny Todd…
Disclaimer: I don't own. (I pwn)
The calm before the storm.
You always had that inkling little bite in the back of your mind about life.
I mean, he was a sick man.
It happens a lot more nowadays.
And you are the deranged broken offspring of the world. Nowadays that is.
Not even the so called fortunate seven years of age…
"You're my baby doll"
He told you to remember that too.
But somehow…every time you did, he'd hurt you more.
His wintry hands would feel you everywhere,
And his menacing body would hurt you time and time again...
I mean, he was a sick man.
But after the shattering break, the move, and the settlement, people whispered.
Oh yes, they fed off gossip about the silent boy.
If so silent, just how did you stand out?
You, dear angel, were the poisonous silver flower no one could have.
That's why. Because of him.
"You'll always be my baby doll"
Why do your memories toture you?
Because the hurt will come time and time again.
I don't even know where the heck that came from but ok..
