Dead Girls Don’t Whisper
Horror, Rock, My List Topic
[ Verse 1] She walked through the morgue in her prom dress, torn
Lipstick smudged like a crime scene scorned
They never found her tongue, but her scream still sings
Through the vent shafts, cold, where the blood bell rings
They said she was bait, just another dead tease
But her silence carved justice in the coroner’s knees
She’s not haunting, she’s hunting—let’s get it straight
She waits in reflections, mouth stitched with heat
Dead girls don’t whisper, they bite with grace
Leave claw marks in time and spit in your face
They don’t cry in closets or pray for peace
They shatter the mirror and fuck your release
Her photo’s still hung in the school’s lost hall
Eyes red as the warning scrawled on the stall
“She’s not in heaven, she’s not in hell
She’s in the basement, and she’s doing well”
Call it a curse, call it revenge porn chic
But she’s got the last laugh in your cowardly streak
Dead girls don’t whisper, they bite with grace
Leave claw marks in time and spit in your face
They don’t cry in closets or pray for peace
They shatter the mirror and fuck your release
So when the lights flicker and the doorknob shakes
Just know she’s back—and she’s wide awake.