Here’s to you
With your glassy eyes
I drink my scotch
And watch you die
TV girl
Fake blood and gore
Genre queen
Screaming horror
Elm Street
On Friday the Thirteenth
Hear me holler
I know what you did
Last summer
What a fling
What a dream
Haunted my teens
Hunting your victims
And I still don’t know why
I enjoyed
Watching them die