They Lied.
Trails of red raked down the wall.
Indents of nails stopping the fall.
A heap of cloth conceals a boy
Who thought himself as rather coy.
Talking back to teeth like knives,
Small boy screeches for the many lives.
Wasted away, their bones and skin;
Corpses, hollowed and sunken in.
The blood on walls its snake tongue licks.
It smiles fiendishly at its dirty tricks.
Utter horror it shall provoke
At midnight hidden by a cloak.
Its eyes are red and its soul is black,
No one ever sees it attack.
It's killing's proficient; always over fast,
But for the dead it seems to always last.
It stalks away, leaving the evidence.
For it, nothing has a horrid consequence.
Bloody footprints trail outside.
The boy's parents told him he was safe; they lied.
