The Borden Curse

The Borden Curse

In the dead of the night, a scream echoes loud.
The Borden house stands, wrapped in a shroud.
The axe is the answer, the blood on the floor.
The curse is alive, knocking at the door.

Lizzy stands still, eyes cold as the grave.
Her soul’s in the dark, and it’s ready to cave.
The whispers around her, they’re all that she knows.
The devil’s behind her as the story unfolds.

The Borden curse won’t let you go.
The blood in the house, it’s starting to show.
The axe in her hand, the shadows are near.
The Borden curse, the end is here.

The voices haunt, they scream in her mind.
The lines blur between the guilty and kind.
A mother and father, their death on her hands.
A curse that will last–it’s part of her plans.

In the silence of death, the truth’s left unsaid.
The axe still sings as the Bordens are dead.
The house is alive with the whispers of pain.
In the grip of the curse, no one’s left to explain.

The past keeps on bleeding. The house holds the key.
The curse has no mercy, the Bordens’ decree.
A house full of secrets, a story of fear.
The Borden curse, forever near.