Bedtime Stories by Misa Akane

Read Time:1 Minute, 41 Second

Murmur, click, murmur

Footsteps, padlock

Now, says the doctor, his white coat never cleaner
We’ve lost a patient, have you seen her?
Tied her up and hour ago
With three guards or so
He continues, she’s rather odd, you know
Small and frail, a shy young doe
Yet, they brought her in in chains, branded her a killer
Sharp as a blade, a real little thriller
It’s strange in my hospital to find one so abnormal
There’s trial date on sunday, everyone’s in formal
Yet we just don’t know where the main event is

Scuffle, shout, mumble

Scream, splatter

The ladies at market gather round and talk about it
A young girl, no, a killer, escaped, no time to acquit
Poisoned one, beat another, slashed one up after dinner
She’s a pretty little girl with the cold heart of a sinner
The young men at the pub laugh and joke very crudely
And they grin and down their drink while they’re thinking lewdly
The governor throw a panic, and shuts down all the travel
While the judge finds his jury and the courthouse finds his gavel
The town is eagerly preparing for a girl who’s now gone missing
With all the press, there’s no dismissing
That she’ll never be set free

Shudder, crash, footsteps

Ring, ring,

In the church, there’s a telephone that’s been ringing all that day
Where the nuns and priesthood take their time out to pray
But today there’s no praying, no worship and no life
All the praying in the world couldn’t save them from a knife
And at the school there’s alarm bells, and rumours of a child
Shooting all the students, the blood makes her beguiled
When police track her down, there’s no drawn out fight
Just a gunshot to her head brings an end to the fright
Blaring sirens trying to save a hundred lives
It would be a miracle if anyone survives
Just proof that the living are all made to die

Crash, shudder, scream

Choking, silence

About Post Author

Misa Akane

Being an unmotivated writer, I spend hours a week in therapy that does me no good, and the rest of it trying to find inspiration, and ending up playing with small prehistoric figurines in a realistic manner or baking several things at three in the morning. The rest of the time I tend to spend trying to find something to do with my life other than that, and end up doing it all again.

misaisdead@yahoo.com