Twisted Room

I watch the blood-stained walls,
And the shadows reflecting off them.
The room is filled with past's of falls,
With the death of several good men and women.

The room it seems is drowned in blood,
From all the times a blade has touched a wrist.
The blood on the walls as thick as mud,
Will tell you that this room has a twist.

A fairy-like girl sits in the corner,
Her sobbing sound's turn to tears.
She whispers something, she is a foreigner,
Her voice as rough as the coat of Deer's.

She stroked the knife, it went too far,
And out of the shadows something fed.
As her blood came out as black as tar,
And within ten seconds she was dead.

I turned on heel and ran to cover,
I ran until I saw a tree.
The memory of that night will be with me forever,
Until the girl from the devils inside is set free.