From the moment you entered the room
Till the second you slipt my corpse in the closet with the brooms
I could tell you were the killer in my dreams
That eerie darkness that would unravel time's precious seems.
From the minute you decapitated mom
Till the instant you set that bomb
I could tell you weren't joking you wanted to kill us quick.
From the time that you entered to the time you tried to leave, was the time I took you and began to cleave.
I cleaved your head clean off your shoulders but apparently you weren't alone. He heard me coming and quickly dropped the phone.
As I heard a thud, and he would scream, I slit his throat open and created a red stream. Once again you weren't alone.
From the bed rooms I heard screams aplenty, and shouts no more than a thousand it wasn't my sister or my brother's voice evedentaly, and apparently it was the scream of the soul who had just been devoured. By my brother who stood like a tower.
He dropped the gun and cried his eyes till he began bleed from the back of his head from which the bullet entered no more than a split second ago.
If I turned around I knew you were there, It would my life fair and square but I took my chances and turned and ducked, and I heard you say "I'm ******"
