A sweet little laugh,
a defening scream,
a poisonous smile,
a frightening dream.
The feeling of spiders,
crawling up your back,
death-filled shriek,
silent heart-attack.
Feel the crimson,
on your wrist,
feel your veins,
snap and twist.
Tounge cut-out,
no words said,
come follow me,
we`ll paint the walls red.
Feel the water,
fill your lungs,
hear the laughter,
of little ones.
Feel the warm, red blood,
pour out,
no can hear you,
scream and shout.
Feel the coolness,
of the night,
watch your life,
fade out of site.
No can hear you,
you`re drown in red,
one last cry,
and now you`re dead.
