There was something going on
In this poor girl’s head
She slammed her skull against the wall
When she was told to go to bed
She didn’t like to be told what to do
She sat in her room
Patiently basking in her gloom
Quietly contemplating her parents
Timely and brutal doom
She walked down the staircase
With the voices in her head
She planned such horrible things with that axe
You would have thought she never cared
For the mother and father
That she was about to slaughter
The poor woman’s head split open
As her eyes captured her horror
40 whacks to the dome, chest, and neck
When the blood started to flow freely
The lady was just a crimson mess
The father walked into the room and didn’t expect
The vision he experienced
Left him instantly depressed
Lizzie looked over to him with the blood dripping constantly
He couldn’t believe his daughter could create such anarchy
She gave him 41 chops
The hatchet split his sternum
as the heart stopped
Everybody denied Lizzie’s tortured soul
Another obvious unsolved mystery
And a classic story to be told

--Jaivon Brown