curl(upndie)
so this is how the story goes
there was a little girl
with a little curl
coming out of her head
when she was good
she was very good
and when she was bad she was dead
to the world she looked like sin
smelled like slut
and talked of smut
but everyone remembered
every little thing she (ever)
said.
"now to become undead"
the ghost, he whispered,
you must forget
everything you (ever) learned
on every acid trip
the girl, she closed her eyes
and tried to think of everything drugs could never buy
a soul
she whispered and began to look around
and she noticed the leaves curling up n dieing on the ground;