• a locked door,
    a rusty razor on the floor,
    a towel stained in red,
    and an image that you will dread,
    a folded note on the floor,
    and a small hand by the door,
    a broken mirror,
    oh god how i fear her,
    a young girl lays there dead,
    her small hand is covered in red.

    their emotions are a tangle,
    their hearts are forever gone,
    the room begins to swirl,
    she was mommy's perfect angel,
    and she was daddy's little girl.
    now she's dead,
    just bend down your head,
    her little body lost too much blood,
    let your eyes be filled with tears and give a sorrowful look.

    now you all know that the end is here!