As you sit alone in the dark demons from your past ripping away at your soul,
The footsteps start,
Slowly,
Slowly,
Slowly,
banging,
As someone walks up the stairs.
But no one was home.
As you hear this, your soul crying for the grave, wrists pouring scarlet,
He walks in, knife held high. It hits you fast, hard.
Sweet scarlet red, your blood pours out clean and pour.
The wish for death becomes within the darkness of your eyes.
Fade to the darkness that awaits you with a sadistic smile.
It smiles,
Forever,
For you.