The Psycho

The grass is brown,
the people are sad,
the fresh flowers are drooping,
you were killed by a man who was mad

he was a psycho
and stalked you every night
he made secret phone calls
and tried to scare you with all his might

he wanted you so bad,
you were scared out of you skin, it was a dark and cloudy night,
the lights went out so the streets were dim

he followed you home,
and hid in the closet
watched you undress
until your eyes met

he grabbed you and pulled you down,
you struggled, you fought,
you kicked and screamed,
just like how you were taught

he pushed open your legs
and pushed himself inside,
he slid your throat
and then you died

i opened the door
and turned on the light
i screamed in horror
from the horrible sight

your body lay mangled,
in a bloody mess,
the man was gone
but left a message on dress

"I'll be back,
but this time its you,
so beware, watch out,
cause you'll die too"

i dropped your dress
and rain down the stairs,
i screamed while crying,
i was so scared.

the landowner called the police
and she tried to comfort me
thoughts of you were running in my head,
nothing was going to be normal,it would never be

So this is your funeral,
that i am at
its so sad without you here
and i feel like crap

they caught the man,
and now he's in jail,
left fingerprints on your body,
and he didn't get bail

i can't believe that your actually dead,
i didn't even get to say goodbye,
you left without warning,
your soul just went to fly

fly up to heaven,
were you'll rest in peace,
someday ill join you,
and never forget, never the least.