Child of the Guitarist

 A child was born, from the guitarist blood...

She was a true prodigy...

Like her father, she was born into misery...

As she grew, darkness became her sanctum...

The guitar became her gun, and her melodies were her bullets...

But, as she grew...so did her hate...

For the corrupted world around her

Her first enemy...that needed judgment...

Was the boy...

He had wronged her of something...long ago..

He had wronged her...of love...

With her amp maxed out...

She begins...

"I hate you more than I could ever say...

Because your the one, that made me this way...

A demon has risen...from the bottom of my soul...

And has shown me the light, and made me whole..

I want you to scream, and tremble in fear

Now that you know...that the devil is here..

I'll kick in your teeth, and rip off your arms

Sorry, I messed up your good looks, and charms...

I'll use my guitar, to knock off your head...

I promise to make your body, all crimson red...

I'll hang you with my strings...

I'll do the most horrible things...

And, when your nothing, but chunks of flesh...

My amp and strings can take a rest..."

The boy shakes in the corner...

His body cloaked in fear...

She grabs her guitar by the neck, and slowly creeps toward the poor soul...

Her eyes are filled with revenge, and she grins with glee...

The boy never stood a chance...

With her lust for vengeance satisfied...

She licks the pool of blood, made by her lost lover...

With blood dripping from her chin, she says with a laugh...

"One down...five to go..."