The basement is dark,
Blood is stained on the walls,
And screams still linger,
Of darkened lives.
The toxic fumes,
Killed there lungs,
They couldnt breath,
Some were strangled,
Some were stabbed,
And you go to the basment,
You smell the fumes,
You see the blood,
You taste the fear,
And feel the pain.
You hear a scream,
And terror strikes,
And then a lone bloody knife,
Comes and stabs you,
And you are just another...
Bloody handprint on the wall. |
