Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic

Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic

Do you remember how..

Do you remember when...

Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic

Her eyes open slow while the shadows grow

Veins fill with blood as gray skin hangs cold

Dirty hair matted from the passage of time

Spiders crawl from her mouth stirred from inside

Bones Creek she's comin’ back to life

Broken body crisscrossed by use of a knife

Breathe deep as she fights the sleep

With a slow steady throb of her labored heartbeat

Dust clouds around as she begins to move

Eyes glowin' in the moonlight castin' gloom

Pass a cracked mirror reflects her form

Dread fills her heart she begins to mourn

Once a young beauty who would capture the eye

Now a corrupt vision that could only horrify

Then a vile reminiscence plays across her mind

An evil boy pushin' her to her death off a slide

Tears of blood fall the vision haunts her soul

With a low hiss jagged teeth and claws unfold

Down the attic stairs in a blur of haste

Like an evil puppet limbs movin' out of place

Coldness fills the world as she passes by

Death incarnate upon which vengeance lies

Into a dark room light flickers on the walls

He sits watchin' TV with his brain enthralled

She comes behind silent as the grave

Arms extend to clawed hands mostly decayed

She grabs for his throat ready to shred his skin

Somethin' unexpected happens as her mind does spin

Her hands pass through as she feels the burn

He shivers and looks back with a look of concern

As if he doesn't even know that she’s there

She screams at his face as he blankly stares

(Michelle Rapp)

Have you seen the ghostly spawn

Short white bones with her skin half gone

Poor ghostly spawn

Wouldn’t it be chilly with her skin half gone