Parker Crane (The Bride In Black)

Feasting off screams of your victims

Making incisions with your dirt filled nails

Choosing devices to wreck reputations

Terror of lives from reflections of knives

What's it like to be infested with hate?

How many victims does it take for your fill?

For all the innocent blood that you spill

The black veil that hides all the lies

Latching onto ones that you despise

Kill them

Mutilating the flesh & bone of women that have done you wrong

I have never seen anything like this

This has become something that I've feared my whole life

You never thought about their life in the end

I have had it

With these demons taunting my soul

Releasing hate upon a quivering body