Their Worst Nightmare (Her Massacre)
Rumors are spread, she can't take it.
She wishes people would stop.
But, they'll never change as long as they're breathing.
Only one knife is needed to spill their blood, she thinks.
Her hands are the only thing there to cut them.
Blood runs cold beyond the dark prison for her violent visions.
They shall all pay, she says, her voice overly horrendous
She waits for the sun to set.
As black falls over the sky, she leaves her house, knife clutched in her right hand.
At first, they were the killer, she was the victim.
Now they will all get a chance to play in the victim's chair.
There's no fear in her as she walks into the little party, dressed in her black and white dress.
Get ready for the worst time of your life, she will become their worst nightmare.
Eyes of the ones that killed her self-esteem look at her with disgust.
She can already hear them talking about how much they didn't like her, she defiantly couldn't take it.
She hears the voices in her head say, Stick it in the back of their heads.
She pulls up her knife, a smile creeping up to her red lips.
Everyone stared eyed-wide at her when they saw her knife go up, shiny from the lights above.
She kills the lights a little but only enough to where she could still see those she despised.
The show is now beginning.
Music symphonies played as she went to her sinister ways.
She's only human, she couldn't help her hatred for those who hated her for no reason.
Breaking the silence, screams are heard, crying follows.
She holds up her knife again then strikes down a few times over and over again.
She could feel the red fluid fly up to her face in the half-dark room.
She watches as their eyes close.
No sympathy is found in her.
The room is now a horror show.
Look at how ugly they have become.
What happened to their perfectness?
Their pretty faces are now gone.
Dead.
Why must I be a murder tramp?, she asks herself with a hint of laughter.
She dances around the bodies, proud of her accomplishment.
Bored all of a sudden, she crawls over them to reach the exit, laughing as she did.
What a sweet sound it was, enchanting.
She is out in the cold now.
She looks down at the red splattered on her black and white dress.
As she leaves for home, she smiles a red lipstick smile and thinks, “Wasn't that just fun?”
She's now at her house.
She sneaks to her room, gets in bed and closes her eyes.
After a while, she quickly opens them, sweat covering her forehead, her lips quivering, she's crying.
“Just a dream., she says to herself.
She gets out of bed.
Gasp.
The black and white dress now drenched in red, covers her body.
Black high heeled shoes with bows, cover her feet.
Red lipstick is on her full lips.
A knife encased in red, lays on her bed.
It wasn't a dream, it was real., she says to herself.
Fear takes over her as she lays back down to sleep.
She really is a worst nightmare.
