Blood, blood it drips
Of my hands staining
The perfection of the
White floors.
I hear a scream a
Girl is there looking at
Me in horror, scared of
Who I have become.
Scared that she is next
On the list, the list of
Never ending names.
The people who die at
My hands.
The people who's walls
Are covered in there blood
Staining the perfection of there
Perfect homes and perfect family.
That girl is oh, so young and
Now she's seen what
Monsters lurk in
The darkness
That surrounds
Us.
