Her skin is bleeding, scarred and torn,
Her broken corpse lays lifeless on the floor,
We can see her body has been outworn,
The room she’s in has no escape,
Her bleeding arms cross over her chest,
Seeping blood flows freely on the floor,
Her soul is still there she’s not been put to rest,
The room is dark and silent,
Other bodies hang deathly on the wall,
Pinned next and against each other,
Some are big and some are small,
There hearts sewed on the outside thump no more,
The stench fills the room for all our days,
The corpses will rot and wither away,
The room has great heat from the scorching rays,
The killer sleeps soundly in the middle of the decay. |
