Here I Run

Blood is dripping onto the floor
A pool of blood leads to the door
the footsteps trail onto the path
You can almost hear, his evil laugh

You follow the trail of crimson blood
The smell of death is mixed with mud
You tremble down into your core
And soon you spot another door

The light is on, and footsteps lead
Down in the mud for insects to feed
I peek through the window, pray not to be seen
Because that man, he's violent, he's mean

I see his hands coated with blood
His shoes on the ground, covered with mud
The knife lay, on the floor
I hear a creak, I bump the door

His head spins, I duck out of sight
I run through the trees and into the night
The door swings, hitting the wall
I desperatly run, and pray not to fall

I see a flash, of metal in the air
I run through thorns, but don't really care
Here I run, this night he took a life
From the man, with the bloody knife