9Of a girl named Rose
If this tale is indeed true
No one really knows
She was always a shy girl
And with this she was content
But as she grew older
Her patience began to relent
Then this girl decided
She wanted to be seen
She wished to stand out beyond others
With more than just a sheen
She interrupted conversations
To make small talk and joke
But when she was rejected
This her spirit broke
So in one last desperate gesture
In one last hopeless deed
She went for a new approach
Tried planting a new seed
Slipping slowly into darkness
She became an empty shell
Piercing ink into her body
Of skulls and things from hell
And yet still no one noticed
No one gave a passing glance
But yearning for just one friend
She gave them all a second chance
This went on for quite a while
As she grew more obscene
She went from bright and pretty dresses
To chains and huge black jeans
She turned into a morbid shadow
Of what she used to be
Until she said she'd had enough
She would make them see
She contemplated many months
Of how to make her leave
A gun, a knife, perhaps a rope
In the darkness of the eve
She thought of all the people
Who'd see her tragedy unfurl
And wish they'd never heard the story
Of that lonely little girl
She put a shotgun to her head
And pulled the trigger tight
And what the dawn found when it rose
Was a most gory sight
And as soon as her body died
Her spirit was anew
She went about her business
With haste and much ado
No locks could hold her vengeance
And no bars suppress her rage
Finally the beast within her
Had been released its cage
She murdered countless people
Wreaked her terror in the night
She filled their hearts with terror
And she filled their souls with fright
No mortal man can stop her
Their trials would be in vain
All struggling will get you
Is misery and pain
So when a hard chill wind picks up
So dark you can't see past your nose
You had best beg God for mercy
Lest you face the girl named Rose