The Girl from School

She walks with ghostly steps
Creeping towards her next victim
She kills with a bloody mess
Making all the students fear-stricken

She’s neither dead nor alive
She disappears out of thin air
I can hear her screams and cries
Through wallpaper her fingers tear

She has hair blacker than night.
Her smile sends shivers down my spine.
And even as I continue to write,
She stares and thinks, “that girl is mine.”

She licks her bloody lips
And gives me an evil grin.
On the floor her saliva drips.
I know my death is about to begin.