A Horror Story

Lost in the woods, amongst the dead debris

A group of teens on a drug spree

Living a life so careless and free

Never and could not forseen or forsee

That death is upon them, issued in decree

By a maniac who has escaped from the chablis

She walks through the rocky river lands

With an all purpose hunting knife in her hand

Ready to slice and bring violent morals on demand

Even running individuals down in a Sudan

Because she ain't no Ted Bundy or George Haigh

She takes her stroke of death to make them all pay

For being so ignorant, leading others astray

To the empty promises of tomorrow and today

 

As she walks towards the dusty road, down under

What does she see: a couple of buttknockers undercover

Under white robes and hoods, pretending they are the believer

In God's love,yet they are hating on people who aren't pale as a cadaver

Hypocrites, yellow bellied cowards seeking to deliver

A racist bigot who died in ninety nine, now got his ass killed

Forever in the shadow, forever blind and his life unfulfilled

She hids well in the shadows, waits until one comes her direction

Grips her hunting knife and cuts with precise dissection

As he lay dying, she puts the robe on, goes on with her deception

About to turn her fantasy into non fiction, to gain simple satisfaction

She captures them all, held them at shotgun point

Proceeds to hammer them to the cross with a sharp needlepoint

Torturing them for forty days and forty nights

Setting them on fire, making things right

Leaving the charred corpses to the loyal canines delight

Their lives and bodies are no more then a bloody fright

 

She burned the white robe, and heads down a ways

But upon the road, she sees some layaways

Constantly bugging people for change

Acting all weird and speaking deranged

They call up Dr. Feel Good

(Send a pouch of the white medicine pronto)

Shoot it up, snort it, or smoke it, until their tears turn to blood

They hit up more people after their fix

(Excuse me maam, I can't work because I'm sick)

No shit bitch, you are withdrawing

Dependent on a synthetic product

Yet you claim your balling

When all the balling, just ends up falling

Down in your pipe, as the smoke gets you flying

She took the crack pipe and shoved it in one's ear

(Motherfucker, think about your wife and kids you claim to hold dear)

The other lazy fuck, she took a tire iron and a portable vice

Broke his legs into two, now sweetie this should suffice

After all you said you didn't want to work, so this is a perfect excuse

So go ahead and crawl like a bitch, to catch your next fix and booze

Before she left she said "Remember this you snooze, you lose"

 

Back to the teenagers, they set up a little cute camp site

Like they are the girl and boy scouts, singing under the light

Except it's mostly R rated, drugs, sex and lame ass music

They smoked up the bong, ready to perform traumatic erotic

The killer walks through, standing by the dead ebony trees

The leaves blowing around in the warm autumn breeze

She has a hatchet,sickle and blow torch to her arsenal

A boy and a girl walk to the oak tree, about to set the climax

She patiently waits until they get there, time to turn it to the max

The knife finds it's way into the lower spine and tailbone of the boy

Goes down the girl's throat, choking on the blood on her death toy

She leaves them sticking, hearing the gagging of their last breath

Before she goes, takes the sickle and swings to bring their death

The site is quiet,everyone is asleep, in their dreamland of teen dreams

The nightmare she will bring to the souls will be of the upmost supreme

Hear the sounds and the screams of their final minutes alive

Nothing brings the zest of life, until you know the end of your life

The blowtorch, she torches the place to ash, not leaving a trace

A pyromaniac's fantasy coming true, like a joint filled with lace mace

She sits on a rock,soaked in plasma red and she smiles

Still have alot to do, but for now sleep in the dead leaf piles.