The Damned

You don’t know me, but I know everything about you. I’ve been watching you, studying you, and observing your every move for you really interest me; Why do you seem so terrified? I don’t bite, but if you make any trouble I will slit your throat ear to ear and paint your walls with your own blood and drag your body all over the floor and hang you with your own intestines over the chandelier and give you something to really fear over.
Please don’t even try to scream no one will be able to hear you anyways especially since your granny is knocked out on the floor from the beer bottle I used to bash her over her head meanwhile your boyfriend Johnny is laying in your bed drowning in his blood and I'll admit I do feel bad for Charlie since he ain't guarding the house anymore. Aw that's cute you're actually trying to call the police dumb bitch don't even try to pick up that phone again or I’ll give you another black eye, you should've known I disconnected the telephone line, but I guess you couldn't of known that but instead you had to reach the phone like I wasn't going to notice? Now be a good little girl and settle down before put your disobedient ass in the trunk along with your granny!, now don’t make pull this fucking trigger ‘cause once it hits through your mother fucking temple and into your skull I’ll make sure once the bullet leaves the hole you gonna leave the crime scene and it’ll just be another suicide gone wrong.
Stop fucking crying!
I told you to stop fucking crying,
quit your fucking whining!
I said quit your fucking whining!
Bitch you hear me?!
Or you gonna join your dead granny and boyfriend!
Ok I guess you had your chance!
You made me do it and alas you didn’t listen now you must die.
As I take you down and drag you down to the depths of hell, bitch should’ve never messed with me, bitch should’ve walked away from me,
bitch should’ve stayed away from me.