Unnamed Abominations

Bathing with a sponge in the blood of your brothers,
Taking comfort in the pillow with the bones of your mother.
All for the sake of simply clearing your name,
So filled with innocence, but the thought never came.
Of how such a sweet little girl could be such a bitch,
When cops come out of shock, you say, "Cuz I'm a witch."
They can't bind your hands, cuz you fed them to your bats,
And gave their remains to the cunning, monstrous rats.
"How can you do all this," they ask, "And not shed a tear?"
I spread my arms wide and say, "Cuz we're all mad here."
Quoting Alice brought them to their feet, running like the sheep they are,
I sacrifice myself to the spirits from afar.
Even their voices tremble with fearful trepidation,
All for what they saw in my little lair: my unnamed abominations.