Vengeance At It's Best

The sun was shining that day, on that fateful afternoon
A perfect specimen of green and flowers full in bloom
Walk the path to the other side, to the forest dark and dreary
Along the pond of empty souls, who scream of horrific pain and furry
They will tell you the story of that fateful afternoon
The one where the life of an innocent ended way too soon
Hand in hand with a lover, eyes covered for surprise
She drunkenly stumbled over twigs and the thickness of her lies
To the middle of the darkness, where no one could hear a sound
She knew it would be years, if ever, before her body would be found
She sat her down on a stump and tied her hands and feet
Than whispered in her ear the secrets of her lies and deceit
She told her in unimaginable detail what she had been up to
The last year and a half of their relationship
All the other women and the booze
She told her how she did it in their bed with her fast asleep right by their side
Then cut a deep straight line from her rib cage to her lower intestine
She then proceeded to continue with her story, as she stitched her back together
How she had been f*****g her best friend when she had said she’d stay forever
She then walked over to her bag and dug out another knife
She had no intention of quickly ending her life
She started with her back
She ran the blade straight down
Then laughed menacingly as her skin and blood fell to the ground
She tried to scream but all that came was a small yelp
A tiny little innocent thing begging for someone’s help
Through the bushes came a woman, followed by another over time
They all came to watch her end it
To play their part in the crime
To cut her up piece by piece and put on a show
Naked, bloody and bare she rose for one last blow
As she dug her hand into her chest, her love for her grew founder
She squeezed her heart as tight as she could
Until it pumped no longer
Then left her on the ground to be picked apart
She took what was left of her love, when she ripped out her heart
So as the years passed by and her hatred for humanity grew
She took on the shape of the forest killing anyone who came through
Collecting their souls in the pond filled with her blood
Hiding their bodies in the deep and filthy mud
They are the ones who speak to you of this tragedy ever so true
Be careful not to listen to long though…
Because they will come for you.