In an old shack, there once lived a girl of 13, she ran away from home you see.
Her parents called her a curse, and so thrust upon she was on this world of hurt.
Her parents, hated her so, they called her by no name, Nomi in Japanese as known.
Nomi was an artist, who preferred hues of red crimson.
it was when, her 13th birthday, the night on which her parents hurt her.
she ran away, to the woods, shortly after some bloody murder.
she tied her father and then her mother, made them watch her kill her baby brother.
she then started to redecorate the dull white walls, of her prison or would be home.
she slashed her fathers cheek chanting what they did so on her, 'you deserve it... you deserve it...' she would whisper as she cut, grinning with every tut,
her parents screams did not desern her, all their tears concerned her. 'ma-ma, pa-pa, aren't you enjoying this? all these years, and now you cry?' the girl asked them.
but they could not reply. their tongs roped from their respective mouths.
finally, the girl looked up from her now dead father on to her fearful mother. 'you created this you know....' the girl spoke with a chilling glee. 'you deserve this,' she gestured, 'you deserve it.'
the women silently pleaded not to end such a way as thus. however not to be, the women died in cold blood.
a week later, the police arrived... all that was found was a wall mural painted in blood, and a decapitated hand and knife.
in that hand, a note was layer, in that note three chilling words were splayed. "They deserved it."
In an old shack, there once lived a girl of 13, Nomi the crimson painter was her cheer.
she tortured her family, killed in cold blood, murdered her peers, all in some fun.
if you ever see her, do not look her in the eye, run and hide you may yet survive, do not scream, nor even cry for it is her favourite chime, run away, for you will surly die.
