He was in my closet,
Hanging by threads,
I didn't have to open it,
To know he was dead.
I called out to my mother,
I told her I was next,
I told my father,
He laughed at the written text.
They come after their victims,
One by one,
Then leave their next a sign,
To know their time is done.
No one would listen,
No one would try,
So I sat in my room,
And started to cry.
We lived in a small town,
Where people knew eachother best,
Muder couldn't happen here,
Or so thought by the rest.
It will happen soon,
And in the end they will know I was right,
But that didn't stop the fear,
I happened when I went to sleep that night.
They found me in another closet,
Hanging by threads,
The people ran in fear,
But they knew it would spread.
