Little Black Dress

This house is empty.
Doors are locked.
Windows broken.
No one knock.
Just stay there.
Don't come inside.
Your all afraid.
Of the dead beat bride.
The corners darkened.
The room is cold.
Dust has settled.
Smells of mold.
Somethings there.
On the damp old floor.
I've seen it move.
Just once before.
Her dress is black.
But stained with blood.
You cut her open.
And let it flood.
The wood floor cracks.
She silently walks.
She sings to herself.
There's no one to talk.
The blackened hair.
Falls in her face.
Smelling of sweat.
She won't leave this place.
The pain is hidden.
Only once she has shown.
Her bruises and scars.
From being thrown.
Just leave her there.
Just let her die.
She's all alone.
She'll only cry.
No, don't move.
Don't come on in.
It just won't work.
She'll always win.
She'll see you coming.
She'll run away.
She'll make you hurt.
And make you pay.
Silence hurts.
Forever more.
Walk away.
Don't touch the door.
This house is empty.
Doors are locked.
Windows broken.
No one knock.