She spent her time walking under ladders
Spilling salt and shattering glass
She wandered freely in her mind
And always sat alone in class

Her father was a gravedigger
Her mother stayed home with the brat
She’d walk out in the woods at night
Her only friend was a black cat

Her head was full of wicked thoughts
Her heart was made of confetti dreams
She loved the color of her veins
Her favorite sound was a chorus of screams

She had a smile painted on her face
And her eyes were poison green
She was her family’s worst disgrace
By the time she’d turned thirteen

She did voodoo in the moonlight
With a doll that she had made
Her lips were doused in cyanide
And her touch felt like blade.

She had a knack with animals
And hated all humanity.
She was born into a lonely world
But she always had Insanity.