Down by the riverbed

Down by the riverbed

Down by the riverbed,
there has been a little mermaid,
skinny and beautiful,
as a delicate delight.
Her fingers have token the knife,
always as the pain,
seemed to be the only strife,
to be happy again.

She wore a red dress.
cold her eyes shined,
she is blessed with a soulmess,
and had one big fright:
that she would never be skinny enough.
As th fright took over her sins,
her hands shook the dagger,
'cause she liked the smelling,
of her wounded body better,
as if it had been clear.

Down by the riverbed,
there was a little mermaid,
skinny and beautiful,
as a delicate delight.
Her fingers took the knife,
always as the pain,
was like the only strife,
to be happy again.

Her eyes turn dark,
as the moon hides behind clouds,
she tries to hold away the shark,
that takes her fright and pain all around.
She has only one big fright however:
That she is not skinny enough, never.
As the light goes far away,
she decides to take the last escape anyway.

Down by the riverbed,
there is a little mermaid,
skinny and beautiful,
as a delicate delight.
Her fingers now take the knife,
'cause the pain,
was like the only strife,
to be happy again.

Down by the riverbed,
she lies down to the ground,
her blood gets shed,
into the water where she falls down.
Drown in the riverbed,
she still feels at least,
not skinny enough, but fat,
and is scared if she will ever reach
heaven...