Scabs of flesh
Laying on the bed
A rippling effect
Of blood
Pouring out of his head

Anymore loss
And he could end up dead

Screams of horror
From the child next door
In the chilling nightmare
That will haunt her
For many nights more
May the images leave her
Before she believes
That all life is made of gore
And she ends up a ***** *****

In the forthcoming years
She will grow to understand
It was just poor luck
That she happened upon
This ***** muck