Bloody Mary
the blood red-lipped lady, known as the lady of death,
she'll mutilate your body til' you feel your one last breath
she knows just what she's doing, she's smarter than you think,
you'll see her blood stained tools as they're soaking in her sink
the high-heels, you'll hear them coming as you await your nearing doom,
as she has you strapped upon a table in a dark and drafty room
she's a sexy demon doctor with precise and expert cuts,
she does not judge her patients, from the elderly to sluts
she could have been a surgeon but she was meant for darker things
she was meant to create demons out of simple human beings
she creates all of the monsters that haunt us in our dreams
if she has you just stay quite, she feeds off of your screams
now that you've been warned just how gruesome and how scary
you should all stay on the lookout for that red-lipped Bloody Mary
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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