PLEASE DON'T SUE ME WHEN THIS IS OVER AND DONE. I JUST...WANTED TO SEE WHAT I CAN DO IN THE TRAGEDY DEPARTMENT. THAT'S REALLY WHAT THIS IS. SO AGAIN, SORRY AND NO FLAMERS PLEASE! AND I KNOW I CAN'T RHYME, BUT PLEASE TELL ME IF I DID A DECENT JOB OF IT.
~LF221
There was a little girl, all alone.
There was a little girl, suicidally prone.
There was a little girl, no one to hold her and sway.
They had all been taken away.
Her family was gone, lives over and gone.
Died a cruel death, away from the sun.
In a cruel situation, with all kinds of hurt.
Considered aliens, and treated like dirt.
John Bishop is his so called name,
the murderer with such terrible fame.
And killing people is his game.
He doesn't feel sad when he's done.
He killed her family, every one.
But if they were here, she said,
She would not endure so much dread.
Mikey would joke,
maybe even poke,
all in good fun, while laughing.
But for him, Bishop said,
Before Mikey was dead,
He had stretched him like Taffy.
Leo would hold her head,
Whisper soft words,
take away the dread.
But he was taken away,
in the middle of the day.
Killed by the gas.
How did this come to pass?
Donnie would treat her,
make her feel safer.
But he, too, was gone.
Dried out under the sun.
Or so she was told,
when she was so bold,
as to ask what would happen.
Then Bishop had her beaten.
Raph would hold her hand.
Bind her wound with his band.
But he had died of a fever.
No medicine could hamper
the sickness that consumed him.
Made his body fade and grow dim.
Lupa would lie there,
and just by breathing,
on and on repeating,
could comfort her sadness,
make it less and less.
But she had been given a full dissection.
Limb by limb,
Section by section.
They were all limp, lifeless before her,
Life was no longer good to her.
She cried, and grabbed a knife.
To end all the heartache, pain and strife
that has been her life.
There's no one left beside her.
All squashed like a spider.
With tears, and in order to depart,
She positioned the knife, close to her heart.
She landed on it with a bump.
No longer hearing the thump
of her beating heart.